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"Ack! The way you say thief with such disdain is offensive."

"Merde. The tensions are ridiculous."

"With passion!"

"Zut alors! Cease with the Christmas cheer! My hangover can take no more."

nothing satisfies me ╱ nothing consoles me.

With only a towel wrapped around his waist and his mask donned, he unceremoniously shoves his bloodied and ripped suit into a trash can, lights a match and sets it ablaze.

Places his head on 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾.'s lap.

"Alas, I can never escape the presence of Gambit; nor the smell that follows. Bleh."

"Merde."

"L'Amour, I miss your lavender eyes piercing my soul."

"Bonjour!"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYou Are The Last Person ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWho Will Ever Think ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ They Can Own Me.