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Ororo's irritation with him was expected, purposefully pulling a few expressions that tended to get under her skin as he was. He followed the movements easily, not missing the look she sent behind him to the other waiting on the bed. Moving backwards as directed towards the bed, the Cajun was only mildly surprised to feel another pair of arms wrapping around his chest. So this would be their game, hm? Still flexible and soft for the attitudes they showed at the start... though it was still very young into this so far.

Remy sighed at the touches at his neck, leaning backwards into them as well as her and shifting only when his arms were pulled behind him. He turned his head at that, not expecting the effort when they all knew how easily he could get out of the woman's grip. Brows furrowed as he clenched his hands, testing and experimenting on what leeway he had thus far. Perhaps if there was the chance for a surprise undermining, if he could take it, he likely would. Even with his Stormy watching from the helm as she was.

Feeling the Queen in question move closer, he glanced over at her, turning his head as her finger lifted his chin. His eyes sparked at the tone when she started speaking, a flare of anticipation rolling through him at the first command. A grin inched along his face as the fuller extent of the evening was laid before him, eyes practically glowing in expected excitement. He met her gaze with equal confidence and just the hint of cocky pride hiding in the depths of black, lifting his chin further once her second rule was given. Leaning forward until their lips almost touched, his expression grew further as lips twisted in their shadow-smirk. "Clear as crystal, mes amis. So long as you make dis wort' my time, of course." A taunt, blatant as anything could be. Though he wouldn't interrupt the 'rule' giving for the sake of early cooperation, if he were to be ganged up on, he would not go as quietly as others might. Not without ample taunts and irritation from all parties.

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Out of everything presented before him at the moment, seeing Senna so easily go along with Ororo's commands was what surprised him the most. Eyebrows rose slightly in shock, equally amazed and confused as to what this would mean for the immediate future... Other than the fact that Stormy was apparently to be the one in charge, as per usual, and that there was evidently an entire plan he was left out of the loop on. Which, to be honest, probably meant that the plans were targeted at him primarily and could be good or bad for his overall health.

Blue light from Senna's eyes told him even more than her sudden change in posture. This would be no normal game; this was no holds barred for the women, which meant he would have to go with the game or be overrun completely... and with how bright the colour was still becoming, it would be a test for all of them to keep control.

Without the care he previously held for the towel, it was quick to fall away from both his grasp and hair, leaving the dampened strands to fall where they lay ruffled on his head. Remy chuckled at the touches and comment, a smirking smile on his lips as he spoke. "I did say I missed de memo, ma reine" The expression he wore melted to one of curious pseudo-challenge (knowing that it'd be taken up the second Ororo wanted to), brow quirking up in contest and glancing at Senna before he spoke. "An' what're you proposin we do 'bout dat?"

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Honestly, of all the paths of life he imagined walking through all his years, this particular option hadn't even seemed possible even a few months ago. Two beautiful women who cared for him almost as much as he cared for them, a job that kept him on his toes, partners in both crime and life that did the same on a daily basis... There was nothing he could complain about except for how difficult they could make spoiling them at times.

These were the thoughts that would so often run through his head in the middle of a shower; wondering where he got so lucky or what he did to deserve all of the things Senna and Ororo offered -including but certainly not limited to their company, entertainment, cooking and occasionally wonderful conversational skills, depending on how embarrassed or flustered Senna was at the time. With a smile and a chuckle, the Cajun cleaned out the last of his hair, stepping out of the shower and toweling off just enough to throw pants on and head back toward the bedroom.

With the towel on his head and a few quick run-throughs of his hair to let it start drying, he didn't immediately notice his companion's quite eye-catching display before him. Opening red eyes, he caught the sight quickly, stopping in his tracks entirely with a look of interested confusion. "...Is dere some memo I missed out on? Some sorta meetin where de women of my dreams come in dressed to kill?"

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Senna was never one to deny the chance to make herself at home in the nest of Remy’s bed, particularly when there was also the added bonus of Ororo’s company. The two women had taken to sandwiching the man between them, taking one side each for the chance of cuddling up as close as they possibly could. She was fond of curling into Remy’s side, her face buried within the nape of his neck whilst her finger’s found Ororo’s to entwine around as they slept.

Tonight was no different… Except for the girls pre-discussed plan. The two had plotted and planned whilst their man was in the shower, and both had stripped down into their under wear, specially picked for such an occasion. Ororo had managed to coax the younger girl into a sense of comfort, followed by an added taste for lust once her lips had found hers and they’d battled it out in the quiet for a while until the sound of pouring water had disappeared. 

Now, the girls had made themselves comfortable beside each other on top of the sheets, eyeing the bathroom door, watching and waiting for Remy to appear. Senna’s eyes already shone their light, silvery blue with excitement, already itching with a strong desire that so easily brushed over Ororo the way it poured from the girl. As soon as the bathroom door opened, the two were snaking up in greeting, two predators ready to pounce.

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With how quickly she was to answer once given the options, Remy couldn't help but laugh. The reasons only helped to further the amusement. "Well, when you put it dat way. Suppose it wouldn' hurt to leave it be a bit longer. yeah? Especially if you seem so against me takin after my brot'er so much. Mercy would be so upset to hear dat." An image of his sister-in-law only helped to make him laugh a bit harder, trying to stifle himself to not jostle the both of them too much. Yeah, Mercy upset with him. As if that would be anything new. More likely than not the woman would find a thousand better reasons to smack him silly before getting to anything about the length of his hair. He sighed once the laughs started to subside, a physical release of air helping to ease out the last of them. "Désolé, petite. I'll try to not be so comfy de next time you come knockin at my door in de middle of de nigh'. Can stay up all night an' gossip proper next time, promise." His eyes had closed with a small smile on his face as he spoke, opening them again only when he felt the lips against his own. Grin widening slightly as the ever-present apology floated between them, turning his head to kiss the side of her head he could reach. "Ain' not'in to apologize for, chérie. Like a lil' bird, you are."

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There was an extended silence between the two of them as she thought, hands moving idly where they rested as gears turned. A deep chuckle left his mouth as she finally answered, having watched her movements as she tested the full length of certain sections. "Don' help me much, petite." When she shifted herself further into the covers, he made moves to help her get comfortable, inching to the side enough to let her get traction. "So you'd like it evn if I shaved it all off? Do like my brot'er did an' jus' grow a mustache in place of it." What a sight that had been when he first did that, too. Remy hadn't been able to let him live that down as a child, always finding some way to laugh at the man for it. His father on the other hand.... "'Course, mon père did de exact opposite an' let it grow out far as he could. Last I saw it was... down to his waist? Always in dat braid, too. Short hair nevr quite sat well wit' me t'ough... so looks like you gotta pick one extreme or de ot'er." The grin the followed split his face, the veil of exhaustion making the thoughts even more amusing to him and curious to know what she might pick.

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He tried reigning in his mirth for a moment, doing him best to silence the insistent laughing while answering the question as coherently as possible. "You're de funny one, petite. Always playin or messin wit' somet'in any chance you get." One final laugh met her giggles before he let out a breath of air, hand running through her hair once more and continuing down her back before retracing steps back up. "Dat's a pretty smoot' comeback, I gotta say. Ain't sure I quite believe dat's de whole trut', mais I'll give you points for de effort." His grin was audible in the words, not fading as she moved herself back into his line of sight.  Would he cut it again? "To be honest, I ain't been givin it much t'ought so I don' quite know what I'm gonna do." The Cajun thought for a moment before speaking up once more with a smile. "Gonna be a silly question, but what do you t'ink I should do?" She did have a point though, it was getting fairly long again.

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Another chuckle fell from his lips, "'Course not. I'd nevr keep de poor man from his false sense of aut'ority in de family." The hand behind his head moved to brush some stray hair from her face while she continued to play with his own. He always found it endearing when she blushed after he caught her gradually poorer attempts at hiding her mumbles from him, enough to continue bringing them up to see such a reaction. "Merci, I'm glad I could be dat for you." Side-eyeing the fumbling fingers running through his hair. Was she trying to untangle it before he slept on it all? Seemed like a counterproductive thing to him. "You 'like it'?" Something was already telling him that if he fell asleep in the middle of their conversation he'd end up waking up with half his hair braided and the other half wrapped around her fingers. Girl was more than a little fixated on his hair on more than one occasion already, the opportunity could end up being a dream come true for her -a thought that set him into a fit of laughter instantly.

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There was a soft laugh that escaped his lips as she explained, nodding to himself at the ideas. "Now see, I always knew dey were really your lil' minions. Can' fool me none." He rolled his eyes with a soft smile as she spoke again, knowing it was all in her head, if not a simple excuse to not have to leave any time soon. Without his complaints, of course. "Dis bed ain't no different den yours, you know. ...Course you migh' not considerin you're mostly usin me as de bed." With a small chuckle he leaned back into the hands at his hair, eyes closing as he enjoyed the feel. "Outta hope it's got me too, considerin it's my bed in my room an' all. Be givin be quite de scare if it was someone else I don' know usin it instead."

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 As Senna settled herself on him once again, the Cajun chuckled. "Figure dere's plenty of places doin bulk sales or somet'in for dem 'round dis time. Anywhere sells fresh anyt'in'll prob'ly have cartons piled up high to your head." He pat the top of the woman's head for emphasis with a grin, amused at the image as well as her hesitancy to leave the grounds at even a late hour. With a small 'hm?' sound as she shuffled for her phone, he watched silently, curious to her goals. Once she claimed the issue was so easily and quickly dealt with, Remy raised an eyebrow. "You got some sorta strawberry huntin' party at your beck an' call, petite?"

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The smile on her face was easily heard in the air before she spoke up, knowing he had made the best decision in letting the time just... slip later and later. It was good to be lazy every now and then after all, wasn't it? As she repeated his offer, the thief knew the suggestion was a good one. No one sat down for a pancake breakfast very often anymore, and it was a damn shame they didn't. "Oui, pancakes." He chuckled at the grin, tilting his head forward slightly to knock his forehead into hers slightly. "T'ink we can do strawberries, too. T'ink it's de righ' season for dem an' evryt'in... Least in some places. Don' peak 'till April t'rough June, but I hear dey've gotten some really sweet ones from Californ'a an' Florida lately." At least April was the peak back home. The other southern states shouldn't be too different.

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Her movements weren't lost on him, the sleepy smile widening slightly even as he struggled to keep as still as he could. "Hours, hm? What, you go to sleep at eight like a good ol' granny now, do you? Hidin dose greys a' yours pretty good, chérie." To make his point the thief scooped up her hair, brushing it over her head and into her face, blowing a puff of air to move a few strands that fell on his own face instead. As though it were perfectly normal, he continued combing through it, humming mindlessly as he did so. "Wonderin if your name really is Senna, or if 'Cousin It' jus' your stage name." Remy left her hair to be corrected as she liked, moving his hand down to rub his thumb against her arm. "Can jus' tell you now, too. Tell you what, we can bot' sneak away in de mornin' 'fore evryone gets up.... Non, scratch dat, make it after. Maybe noon... two in de afternoon. I'm feelin pancakes for breakfast, don' know 'bout you." Homemade pancakes. Maybe a flour war in the middle of it. It'd be a mess to clean up, but so much fun to start.

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Remy stretched his arms over his head, rubbing at his eyes to try keeping awake for a while longer. "Not'in t' be sorry for, peti'." The Cajun did his best to lazily help the both of them under the covers, relaxing into the softness of both pillow and mattress at his back. As the woman inched closer a small smile crossed his face, perpetually amused at how shy she could be, even when offered the openings. He curled an arm around her, fingers combing slowly through her hair while his other arm acted as a second pillow to keep his head propped up slightly. "Well, looks like we got de first bit fix an' figured. Can hope de second half gets worked out jus' as easily, yeah?" It was an odd thing she spoke of, though something he wouldn't quite complain about. The bed had been somewhat chilled and with such pleasant company, who in their right mind would argue for otherwise?

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The knock at his door just barely startled him from the lightest progression of sleep, slowly opening his eyes with a groan and rolling out of bed. An action that was almost made literal when he underestimated how far the edge of the mattress was. Landing gracefully as he could, the Cajun followed the pathway to the door, side-stepping all obstacles he remembered were around and on the floor.

It was less a question of why Remy had already gone to bed for the night (long story, longer day and an incident that would never let him see pistachio ice cream the same way again) and more a question of who would be knocking on his door at... only two in the morning. Stormy would've just walked in, Logan wouldn't be that quiet, most of the others in the mansion wouldn't need him at this hour unless they needed someone for a poker game (generally to get him on 'their side' to help them win). So once more he was left with a vague wondering as the door opened.

Blinking down at the woman, he chuckled lightly. Of course it would be Senna. Who else would sound so timid from just the sound of knocking? With a smile he put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "'ts alrigh', chérie. 'Course it is." Muffling a yawn he ushered her inside, hand covering his mouth as he kicked a discarded shirt out of the way -knowing Senna, she'd manage some way to trip over it if he didn't. Shuffling over to the bed he almost haphazardly fell onto the covers once more, patting the space beside him with sleep still coating his words. "Come t' bed. Can explain what brought y' here from someplace comfy."

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To think she had been tossing and turning in bed now for at least three hours came as a surprise to Senna as she checked her phone for the time. It had felt like forever, and she was expecting it to be five in the morning and not two. The idea of sleeping alone wasn’t suiting her, and even cuddling up to multiple pillows hadn’t helped the mutant settle down one bit. She wanted someone in particular, someone who would be much warmer and more comforting than bags full of fluff.

It’d taken a good push to get her out of bed, trying to find the confidence to walk up to his room and demand request the late night love she wanted, and she even considered leaving it as she pulled on pyjama bottoms to walk the halls of the mansion. Grabbing what she needed (her phone and room key) and stuffing them into her pocket, Senna made her way up to the Cajun’s room in a complete sulk, hoping he’d be awake to answer her.

As soon as she was outside Remy’s door, she knocked and waited impatiently for him to answer, if he would at all. She rocked on the balls of her feet, listening for movement on the other side of the wood. Once the door was open, arms raised and Senna waddled forward, smooshing her face into his chest whilst hands found there way around him to greet behind his back. “Can I… stay with you tonight, please? If it’s okay. I don’t want to be a bother or intrude or anything. Just… I don’t know,” she mumbled, peeking up at his face. “Just want to be with you.”

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When Leon started to pull away it took everything in his power to not move with him, clinging as best he could. Instead he kept himself completely still, hardly daring to breathe. Would this be the word? He couldn't bring himself to look the other in the face, stomach dropping as Leon shook his head. This was it, then. This would be where he was sent off so he could run. His mind started going through all of the places he could go to stay next, figuring how long it'd take to drive back to the Guild and how soon he'd be able to throw himself back into everything. The first words didn't register in his mind at all, distracted as he was; not until they were repeated a second time. He looked up, surprise barely covered in his expression before trying to calm himself again, taking deep breaths and trying to push the terror aside for a moment. "Oui. Together." Merci.

Break my muse in 15 words or less. - Senna, Leon

Senna-"I can’ handle dis. Can’ stay here. I’m leavin."

Leon-"Leon… Dere was a crash. Senna an’ Sunny…. I’m sorry."

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He could practically feel the thoughts in the hard line of the elder Adam's shoulders. Questioning, wondering, uncertain and with the nagging urge to turn and run as far and fast as he could. It was the same flurry of emotions he experienced before; was experiencing now. Even knowing all of this, the Cajun hung on as much as he could. He didn't care that he was acting like a lost puppy just waiting to be kicked out into the rain. All he cared about was that right at this moment he wasn't alone. If he wasn't wanted in the future, he wasn't wanted. He'd find some way to carry on, same as he had all the other times in his life. "Just not without a word..." At least give him the chance to expect being left again.

Break my muse in 15 words or less. - Senna, Leon

Senna-"I can’ handle dis. Can’ stay here. I’m leavin."

Leon-"Leon… Dere was a crash. Senna an’ Sunny…. I’m sorry."

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"I know, I know." It was an answer to so many things that would be going through Leon's head at the moment. All of the worries, the denial, the need to just get away from it all. He had been the same when his family had grown smaller; to expect anything different would just be cruel on his part. There were still things he couldn't do simply because it reminded him of his family, even all these years later. He made some unintelligible noise at the words, not fully believing them. This close it was easy to read Leon like a book, both actions and emotions. "I can go with you." To the hospital, to wherever they wanted. At this point, if he was welcome he would leave this place without a second glance. Once his mind was his own again, all the little memories would be too cruel to stay for.

Break my muse in 15 words or less. - Senna, Leon

Senna-"I can’ handle dis. Can’ stay here. I’m leavin."

Leon-"Leon… Dere was a crash. Senna an’ Sunny…. I’m sorry."

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His mind didn't register the guilt he might have normally felt at the flinch, too focused on keeping whatever solid footing he could. When Leon took the arm away he felt his world tilt for a moment, the black hole in the earth reaching up to swallow him whole. The thought sent a shiver up his spine, a shake that was quick to be adopted by the rest of his body. Only when he realized the arms around him did he return the touch, trying to still himself before speaking. "I'm not letting you go alone. Don't leave me. Please." Was it selfish of him to ask? Probably. He could be pretty self-serving when he wanted. Did they need the reassurance? Absolutely.

Break my muse in 15 words or less. - Senna, Leon

Senna-"I can’ handle dis. Can’ stay here. I’m leavin."

Leon-"Leon… Dere was a crash. Senna an’ Sunny…. I’m sorry."