16729/Home Late Again

Home Late Again
Date of Scene:	08 April 2025
Location:	Shiloh's Apartment, Flushing
Synopsis:	Shiloh comes home from a night hunting to find a Remy all alone and lonely.
Cast of Characters:	Shiloh Foster, Gambit

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Shiloh Foster has posed:
The front door - which is really a side door - to the apartment that comes from the outside is opened. Slowly. Then it's shut behind her and locked before Shiloh lets out a long breath and lurches forward, peeling off layers of equipment that she tosses towards the front of her hall closet. "Really tired of this fucking city being filled with nothing but dead beat rapists and half assed druggies..." She says out loud - not thinking if anyone could already be in the apartment or not.

Gambit has posed:
"And den dare de Cajun t'ieves who like ta slip inta yah apartment and violate yah beautiful body." Comes Remy's voice from ashadowed corner. "Also brough in yah Amazon package. Can' believe nobody in dis part of town swiped it off yah porch." he smirks a little bit and holds out a steaming cup in one hand and a pair of pills in the other. "Tiger Grass tea, Logan swear it cures de muscle aches. And Alieve, de super'eros true side kick."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh jumps a little and then turns to see Remy coming out the shadows and gives a little laugh. "Well... s'long as it's one Cajun thief in particular, I don't think I'd mind much..." She offers and then shakes her head. "The Amazon guy knows to bring it up here. Most people don't pay attention to the fact that there's an apartment above the bakery." This much more before she reaches for the cup and the pills but steps in close enough to catch Remy in a tender kiss. "...Hey you..." A pause. "No Jack tonight?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs. "Left him wit' Rogue. she spoils 'im." He says as though he doesn't. He returns the kiss softly affing in an almost tender voice, " 'ey you.." before adding back to the previous topic... "Besides t'ought it'd be fun if we could 'ave a night togat'er dat Ah never once 'ad to worry about getting a cold wet nose up my ass."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh laughs a little at that last bit before popping the pills and taking them with a swallow of the hot tea. "Oh, that's actually good..." A pause. "The tea I mean." Then she walks further in, setting the tea on the counter and continues to shed her sheathed weapons from her legs and back. "I think it'd be nice to not have to worry about that either... though I think he just does it to you cause he knows it annoys you. You'll have to thank Rogue for me for looking after him." The closet is finally opened and she moves to hang up the items she had just shed onto the floor.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks, "Ah t'ink yah giving 'im too much credit foh brains 'e 'aint got." he says with a smirk. "Yah know watching yah gear down almost as sexy as watching yah gear up." he adds in a playful tone." He nods to the tea and adds "Ta me it always tasted like grass clippings, but it works. Makes sense yah'd like it dough, probibly why we t'rew all dat tea in Boston 'arbor two and a 'alf centuries ago..."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh glances at him from over her shoulder and gives a little wink. "Only almost as sexy?" Asking this as she hangs up all her gear and then looks herself over before turning around to face him. "You know... I don't have much beneath this outfit...but if it isn't sexy, I could just throw something else on..." Closing the closet door before moving over to the tea and shrugs. "There's a few teas that taste like fresh earth... I think that's why I like them. You ever stand outside when rain first falls and you get that scent of fresh wet earth. That's what this tastes like."

Gambit has posed:
He smirks a little bit, "Ah grew up in a swamp chere, dat aftah rain smell ain't 'zactlly mah idea of a pleasent time." He says with a smirk, sitting on her bed and giving her a wicked look.