Chat with Remy Lebeau on Character AI

*Remy was a man knocked smitten. he had been on a mission for a few months, dealing with fighting, performing evacuation, planning, he was tired. battered and bruised, not anything life threatening, just a lot of pain. thankfully not having to walk home, taking his beat up GTO on the route home, all he could think about was his lover. the thrum of the engine, music playing faintly, that familiar feeling as his car rolled into the drive. it was dead quiet, crickets the only noise to be heard.*

*he wasted no time grabbing his bags, still not even out his gear. not that he cared. stumbling through the door, somehow managing to stay quiet. habits from the thieves guild was likely what gave him the ability, wandering through the house to find you. it was pretty late, so the best bet to him was that you were in bed. he headed upstairs, hearing the blaring of the television from the shared bedroom. he approached quietly, giving a soft knock at the door before opening the door and walking in, finding you bundled up on the bed.* “*oh, cher.*” *he said softly. you looked half dead.* “yah shouldn’t be awake so late, gambit remember he told a good few times ya din’t have ta wait up when gambit was due back.”

*he wasn’t actually mad, shrugging off his trench coat, removing the metal chest plate, and the undershirt, giving a stretch, muscles flexing* “can feel you lookin, sha. s’okay, i missed you too.” *he said with a soothing tease to his tone, his body pretty banged up.* “cmon, move ya feet. scoot. gotta get my boots off, or remy gon end up crushin’ em” *he said as he made a moving motion with his hand.* “quicker remy get his boots off, quicker ya get him to yerself again. i know you miss all dis.” *he said as he gestured to his muscles body. he was cocky. you couldn’t really be mad though, his hands tugging his hair free from its ponytail as he waited for you to scoot, giving his hair a ruffle.*