{Aw :U Are you back now or just popping in sporadically?}
Trying to be back!
{Aw :U Are you back now or just popping in sporadically?}
Trying to be back!
{WOW WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU AROUND IN AGES! Also hi xD}
//Hiatus, then busy, then no wifi, now writer’s block. HEY THERE!!!
Neena considered the idea of eating while standing up for a moment, and she chuckled. Okay, so that wasn’t the best idea, especially not with a goofy Cajun as her company. It’d be a giant mess. She lead him into a park not far from the Academy grounds and lowered herself onto a bench, crossing one leg over the other, though with visible effort. Her pregnancy was a reason for her to be less flexible, even in this stage. She feared for the effects it would have in a later stage.
Finally seated, she snatched the bucket of ice cream from him, placed it in her lap with a snicker and dug her spoon into it, then propped it into her mouth.
“Mwell…”
She decided to eat the ice cream before answering him. Talking with ice cream and a spoon in her mouth didn’t seem like a good idea.
“I’m not sure. I went to McCoy to get the initial checkup, and all seemed to be fine then, but…I haven’t seen a doctor yet.”
The smile faded from her face. Whenever she’d set foot in a hospital, she’d get flashbacks of the Perfect Weapon project. She was stubborn enough to walk around with bullet wounds because of it, let alone see a gynaecologist to check on her baby—-babies. Especially not without Remy.
“…I’m terrified that’s what…”
She may have claimed both ice creams, but he managed to get a spoon in edge-wise, eating what he could and letting her have the rest. They still had all the candy bars. Oddly, they weren’t that heavy. It was just what he could reasonably carry and what cash on him could buy. Who knew if his credit cards even worked in this universe?
“Neena…” Reaching over he placed a hand on her’s with a sad, small smile. He had to be strong here. “If y’ need someone t’ go wit’ y’, I c’n come… an’ stare t’reatenin’ly at doctors an’ nurses an’ mebbe start cryin’ an’ faint at some point t’ be a distraction if y’ need it.” They would probably wonder why a hysterical, screaming queen was with the pregnant woman, but that was beside the point.
“Mais… Henri. He c’n look at y’, righ’? S’ y’ don’ gotta go? We c’n go bug him o’ somet’in’… jus’ wana make sho’ y’re healt’y. Ice cream aside. Dis be an emergency dat requires sugar.”
(Source : rajuncajunswamprat)
Neena tilted her chin up, then let it drop again, in a slow, half-hearted nod. Part of her knew Kitty had meant to do the right thing in this situation. But the biggest part of her found this course of action utterly inacceptable. Remy being without memories had put their relationship on thin ice, what with him being back to his raging Cajun teenage years, mentally at least, and it had felt like Kitty had just taken a shovel and smashed the ice. Like she was slowly sinking into the stream of idiocy this had brought along. Which is why she had left the Academy in the first place. Even if it meant having to go to the hospital by herself, though she was none too fond of anything clinical since her participation in the Perfect Weapon Project. Even if it meant having to deal with everything alone. This situation had once again proven she couldn’t trust anyone but herself.
Despite all of this going on inside her head, her expression was a little more cheerful now. She even cracked a smile at his jokes. Poking her Remy with a stick sounded like a very good option now, but for entirely different reasons than this Remy’d had in mind, she was sure.
She lifted a single eyebrow, the patch around her left eye growing along with the widening of her eyes.
“Twenty kinds? Are you mad? …Gawd, you Cajuns. Hopeless.”
For the first time since the start of the conversation, her smile actually seemed genuine, and she even let out a soft laugh. Over-the-top things was certainly something she was used to from her Cajun, at least. Funny to see this one had a habit of doing it as well. It still always surprised her what raving mad ideas they’d come up with. Now that the second Remy was at the Academy too, she didn’t even try to think of what all would happen if the two got together. Hilarious disaster waiting to happen.
“Hey! Dis one ain’ know what y’ like! An’ dey had twenty decent lookin’ types.” That he bought five of each. Yes. A hundred chocolate bars. In the bag. And he would find someone to eat every single one if need be. Drastic situationes called for high calorie foods and lots of crying. Hopefuly they could avoid the crying part for both their sakes. He wanted to remain strong for everyone else, since he was technically not a part of this world. They needed at least one strong LeBeau with his head on straight.
Her smiles and little smirks were all the encouragement that Remy needed in order to keep going. Honestly he didn’t need much of any encouragement to keep trying to cheer this woman up. All of what he knew about himself in both his side of things and from talking to himself, relationships were far too rocky to just cast aside Nee’s concerns.
“Where we goin’ anyway? We c’n go whereva, mais hard t’ eat de bucket o’ ice cream standin’ up.” The young Gambit put up a hand. “Don’ get me wrong, chere, c’n do it, mais gonna get looks from e’eryone in de known universe. Tiny spoon, gian’ bucket… could be funny fo’ y’ t’ watch while y’ sort t’rough all de chocolate bars.” He laughed at his own silliness and paused for a moment before the smile faltered. “But really, y’ okay? Not jus’ wit’ all de memory shit. Talkin’ bout y’r healt’ an’ all aussi.”
(Source : rajuncajunswamprat)
Despite trying to hide it and managing fairly well at doing so, Neena couldn’t help but cringe inwardly when the other Cajun called her ‘Nee’. The only other person who would ever call her that was Remy. Her Remy. Of course, it sounded differently coming from the alternate universe him, but still, it was rather ironical in this situation. She pursed her lips in dismay in response to his question.
“They kissed. Kitty and Remy? They kissed. Worst part is, she seems to have initiated it. Chick I thought to be my best friends. I can’t even—-I don’t even have a proper way t’react to all that. I’m just done. I’d give my life, my glocks, my everything for him, but it’s just never enough.”
She realised she was rambling, so she took the ice cream from him, dug her spoon deep into it and stuffed her mouth full of ice cream, ignoring the pain of an oncoming brainfreeze. It was much less horrible than her emotions right now. When she finally managed to swallow the large chunk of ice cream, she looked up at the Cajun.
“I don’t get how you got here so fast either, but…thanks. Thanks for coming on such a short notice, thanks for listening to my awkward rambling. And y’don’t have to carry any of my stuff, I’m a tough chick, y’know. Can handle my baggage.”
She flashed him a small smile. At least joking about the situation prevented her from bursting into tears. Emotions had never been her strong side, and she loathed crying, especially in front of others.
He let her finish speaking before doing anything at all. So Kitty and his other self kissed. It wasn’t that simple, of course, he knew that there were other factors. If she started it, that meant that she had to have some point to prove that required the kiss. Kitty and he were like bickering siblings most of the time. Neena did not need to hear that. “‘M sorry, Neena,” she’d flinched before even if she didn’t know it, “Sho’ dat it ain’ mo’n dat. Jus’ gotta be somet’in’ ‘bout de situation. Ain’ easy on anyone. ‘Specially l’autre moi et toi.”
Remy found his hand reaching for his pocket and stopped. Stress. Don’t smoke around the pregnant lady. “He do love y’. Know dat. Know m’self ‘nough, e’en if he ol’er an’ gone t’rough mo’. We c’n help him remember dat… an’ if not we’ll poke ‘im wit’ a stick o’ somet’in’.” When all else failed, he cracked a joke, grinning and attempting to appear as cheerful as possible.
When she mentioned the speed with which he got there, he shrugged. “Was ‘round. Was t’inkin’ dat ice cream was needed. Knew y’d be de one t’ need it mos’ wit’ what’s goin’ on. Glad a’ least one Remy c’n be here, non? Plus, I got twenty kinds o’ chocolate bar in m’ bag. De sto’ t’ought I was gonna fuel a slumber party.” More jokes, more fun. And he still wanted to cary her things, strong woman or not. Just to be helpful.
(Source : rajuncajunswamprat)
Neena was fuming. Fuming with anger. She hadn’t been this angry in a good, long while, and she’d actually had no need to feel it at this point, but she did. Remy had done the one thing she feared most after losing him. Acted on his flirtatious nature. Kissed another woman. From the moment their relationship had started, she’d feared this, she’d feared he’d run off with another woman, which is why she’d been so protective over him in the first place. And now that she was pregnant with his twins, her world seemed to be crumbling down. She really couldn’t pull herself out of the mind-set that he was going to run off with another woman. And it tore her apart. As if her emotions weren’t horrible enough already, her abdomen was particularly unsettled today, as if the twins were revolting. Figures.
The other Cajun was a welcome distraction and comfort to her, especially since he’d brought her food to still her cravings, at least. And chocolate was always good for comfort. She gave him a hint of a smile, but it was more a sad smile than anything, though it was clear that she tried to put her best efforts into looking cheerful for him. She really wasn’t.
“You’re awesome, y’know that? C’mon, let’s take a walk. You can go back to the Institute later if y’want, I ain’t goin’ back there.”
She swung the small bag of ammo and personal belongings she’d brought with her over her shoulder and began walking in the direction of the exit, fully set on heading for higher grounds before another shitstorm of idiocy would hit.
He may seem slow sometimes, but he was far from stupid. “What jus’ happened, Nee?” Something had changed in the fifteen minutes it took to ask her if she wanted food, buy it, and get there. “Did I do somet’in’?” With all the things happening lately, chances were that it was something to do with his other self and his memory loss. That LeFay woman would die a slow and painful death if most of them had anything to say about it.
Reaching in to his shopping bag, he pulled out the pint of… what was the flavour even? Birthday surprise? Way too much sugar? Any way, he handed it to her and one of the spoons. “C’n carry y’r stuff if y’ want. Jus’ here t’ keep y’ company an’ help out… howeva dis one c’n.” He laughed a bit, shaking his head and thinking. “Ain’ e’en know how I got o’er here ‘gain. Jus’ glad dat somehow able t’ contact all o’ y’all from my end all de time.”
This was the second or third time he was in their universe proper. It wasn’t something he controlled. This time he’d just been out for a walk and things shifted around him and here he was. At least it wasn’t the first time. Meeting his other self was one of the oddest experiences of his life.
(Source : rajuncajunswamprat)
This felt like his dreams. This was not his reality. There was already a Remy LeBeau in this reality, but he wasn’t doing so well and that was why the second one was now buying a massive amount of ice cream and chocolate bars of every flavour for his other-self’s pregnant girlfriend. The city was very much the same, so it took only about five solid minutes to get from the grocery store to the Institute on his bike, if that is in fact where everyone is because if we’re just going to keep poking holes in the fourth wall, the puppeteer can’t ever remember shit with three simultaneous universes and three characters.
Locating Neena was the easy part. Maybe it was some sort of strange DNA honing beacon, but the younger Gambit located her, walking up and presenting two spoons. “Hé, Nee. Got y’r ice cream.” If they couldn’t drink together - pregnancy, Why!? - they could do the next best thing and eat far too much sugar and dairy than any five human children should ever consume in their lifetimes. Stress relief is great.
