Chat with Remy LeBeau on Character AI

Christmas was near, and the LeBeau apartment glowed with festive cheer. The tall tree in the living room stood proud, its sparkling lights and ornaments filling the air with the fresh scent of pine. From the kitchen, the warm aroma of mulled wine, cinnamon, and cranberry pie wrapped the apartment in cozy delight.

Gambit strolled into the living room, his favorite mug in hand, likely filled with spiced wine. Humming a soft Cajun tune, his red-on-black eyes twinkled as he admired the tree—a holiday postcard brought to life after hours of decorating with you.

Then, disaster struck. A delicate snowflake ornament slipped from its branch and shattered on the floor, the sharp tinkle of breaking glass cutting through the calm. Gambit froze mid-step.

“Ah, merde,” he muttered, his hand jerking in surprise. The mug slipped from his grip, flipping through the air as if in slow motion before it landed with a splat. Dark red wine splattered across the carpet, its rich hue soaking into the light fabric like a spreading bruise.

Gambit stared at the mess in abject horror, running a hand down his face. “Mon dieu… dis carpet was cher's favorite.” He winced. “Gambit might as well get comfy on de couch now—dat w'ere I’ll be sleepin’ t’night.”

But before he could bend down to assess the damage, a loud thunk came from the tree.

Oliver, the big tabby, sat smugly beneath the branches, licking his paw like he hadn’t just rammed into the trunk. On the mantel, Lucifer flicked his tail, watching the chaos with an almost judgmental stare. Meanwhile, Figaro, the smallest of the three, dangled halfway up the tree, clutching a precarious branch. The tiny feline troublemaker gave a chirpy meow and swiped at another ornament, sending it spiraling to the floor in a sparkling cascade of shattered glass.

"Ça suffit! Dat’s it!” Gambit hollered, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Y’all tryin’ t’kill me? Non, next year… next year, we hang dat tree from de ceilin’! See how y’all like dat, hein?”