The confused frown on her face, the crease between her eyebrows, the scrunched up pout of her purple stained lips- it was really hard to ignore. Not that anything about Rogue was easy to for Remy to just move past. It was a near constant struggle for him to concentrate when she was in a room. Even in the last few days of constant danger and action that had resulted in him joining the "good guys", her being the one to defend him, to save his sorry behind more than once-
Well, he might be on the side of angels today, but that didn't mean he could leave well enough alone. Especially when her apparent cause for confusion was himself.
"Somethin' botherin' you Rogue?" He took a step towards her on the low concrete wall outside the mansion, taking a break from carting the few belongings he had up to his new room. How long it would take for this gig to chafe and he took off was to be determined.
"Why are you dressed like that?" She bluntly accused, pointing a gloved hand at his street clothes.
He took a look down at what he thought was a fairly non-descript layered t-shirt and jeans. Looking back up at her he tilted his head in question.
"The head sock does come off." He smiled ruefully, tugging at the unruly auburn locks threatening to fall into his eyes. "An' I ain't had time to fix my hair yet. Kinda been a worldwind las' couple days, non?"
If anything this had her taken aback, her dark green eyes darting up to the top of his head like she hadn't even noticed, before a poorly hidden smile threatened to blossom across her face.
"You meanin' to tell me you iron your hair?"
"An' you don't?"
She scoffed and scooted over as he joined her on the wall. Just to rile her up more, he spread his legs to force himself further into her space. She just tutted and pulled her legs up, preventing him from getting closer.
"I meant-" Reacing over, and pausing with a flinch, she plucked at one of his spiked bracers. Ah, that's what she was going on about. "-why're you wearing these?"
"Had to pack in a hurry, easier to just wear 'em than have 'em rattlin' around in my duffle." Smirking, and with a considering pause where he was sure she was watching him, he plucked at the thicker leather one around her own wrist. "What? You thought you had the exclusive licence to these?"
A blush threatened to break through the thick layer of powder across her cheeks. "...I just. I don't know what I thought."
"Do ya think I was wearin' them to impress you?"
"NO!"
"...Did it work?"
She shoved him hard enough that he fell off the wall, but at least she was also laughing at him.
