why you on da table sha?
remy lebeau x f!reader
ficlet 472 words exaggerated accent
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War Room's hummin' wit’ quiet tension.
Low voices, paper shufflin', da soft buzz of da wall display, chairs bein' pulled out an’ boots shufflin' on tile.
Logan’s leanin' against da far wall wit’ his arms crossed. Scott’s standin' stiff as ever, listenin' ta Magneto wit’ his ear practically pressed up against his ass, damn couyon. Fool.
Everythang’s exactly how it usually be, 'cept her.
She on da table. Ain’t at it, on it.
Perched near da edge, legs swangin' like she don't notice or jus’ don't care. A massive hoodie swallowin' her frame, hands tucked inside. Da hood itself ‘s down an' her hair's tied up messy, lil pieces fallin' loose framin' her face.
She also ain't in uniform, unlike everyone else. So o’ course Remy clocks her, ‘cause she stands out.
I mean everyone else ready, all geared up, slick, an' she look like she wandered in from a nap. Yet here she be, sittin' right beside Magneto, still perched on da table. How odd.
She ain't even speakin' or engagin' wit’ anyone either. Hands go up, voice’s chime in, even Remy throws in his two cents every once in o’ while.
He looks over again an' her body's curled in. Her posture loose, her face unreadable for da most part. He can’t tell what she doin’. Why she here?
An' Magneto don't look at her, he don't acknowledge her presence in da slightest. Nah, he keeps talkin' ta Scott, pointin' at somethin’ on da holo display, his voice low an' clipped, hands gesturin’ here an' there, she jus' stays put… Remy don't even think she payin' attention ta da meetin'.
So he don't think hard about it. It ain't like it a big deal but still he can’t help but note da way she shifts a lil closer when Scott leans in… or da way Magneto’s cape brushes her arm an' she actually reaches out ta grab it, fidgetin' wit’ it in her hands, like Magneto ain’t addressin’ da entire room right now. He don't even move ta stop her. Mag-ne-to, of all people!
Yeah… he’s payin' more attention than he thought but she new… excu'se enough right?
I mean da girl’s only been 'round a few months.
She da quiet type, a bit strange, like sittin' on tables, strange.
Remy ain't even aware of what she can do. What’s her spark, her ya know... contribution ta da team? Maybe he ain't da only one who ain't payin' attention in briefin's.
He caught up in his own thang, other people... other women.
But right now? Da way she sittin' here like she belongs an’ don't, all at da same time. It sticks wit’ him, if he honest. Enough ta make him glance over one more time before da briefin' wraps up an’ wonder, how da hell that came ta be…
was playing around with his voice/accent i think it's too much idk
photo comic a+x '12 #6