||: Will get to DMs when I wake up. Promise. FML. Also, gotta start searching for all those descriptive writes that hide under rocks. I need them. For science purposes.

Sucking on a lollipop, strawberry yes thank you, he plugs earbuds in and presses the Play button on his iPod. Bubblegum bitch is playing. . . And he is, indeed, dancing to it. Perfect song.

"He's beauty, he's grace, he'll scratch you in de face!" And this time, he's not talking about himself. He's talking about the cat he's holding, which happens to be Figaro and his never ending suffering face.

. . . not like he's /used/ to scratching people in the face. Not in the face, anyway.

||: There is a serious lack of Gambit gifs around the web. I'm gonna start making my own out of desperation, just y'all wait and see. I'm gonna sin.

||: I've been reading Gambit comics all day long and I have no shame at all. It only gives me the need to find characters so I can write with them. Laura is a must. Someday. And so many X-Men. Like. Love me some X-Men that can actually keep up with Remy's persona. I'm.

Only eleven o’clock. . . and he’s in PJs. He should've gone to a bar. . . . who is he kidding, he’s been in PJs the whole day and he's comfortable as all hell in them.

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Monday. /Monday/. It means 666% of the institute's population wants to die or stay in bed for eternity. . . It also means Remy has to be the holy saviour and do what he must do. Which is sneak behind people, hug them tight and scream an obnoxiously happy: "Good mornin', angel!"

. . .this method does not always work. But he tries, thank you very much.

||: It's almost 3 AM and I have been doing research (searchingcomics) to do Remy's Intro Tweet and if that's not dedication I don't know what is. It will probably be done tomorrow. . . when I wake up, though. Finding the proper art for edits is. . . not easy.

Remy is a good, optimistic mutant. Remy woke up, put on some pants and went to the bathroom. Remy saw himself in the mirror and almost fainted. So much beauty. Remy loves himself. Be like Remy.

||: I'm almost done changing, editing and all. This account is almost ready. Almost. (The only thing I haven't been able to change is the Bio xD it's been years and I still love it). But Omfg.

It's always a good day when he can make people miserable. It adds years to his lifespan.

Beneath the light of a lamp, the mutant chews on the tip of a cigar as he palms his whole body in search of his zippo. No luck. A magenta glow licks at his fingertips then, and quite skilfully, he manages to light up the cigar and not make it a bomb. The bombs come later.

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Munching on Doritos, he just. . . stares. "Dat's so heterosexual. . ." Excuse him, it seems he's laughing at his own, lame joke.