Make way for the Mennes!
Red orbs within the blacks of her eyes dully watched the landscape zoom by as Nadia’s plane flew through the sky. The nice flight attendant lady told her that they would be landing soon and snuck a sugar cookie to her while the older flight attendant wasn’t looking. The flight had been exciting at first, but after the thrill had worn off, the little eight year old had quickly grown bored. Yes, she had a gameboy and a few coloring books, even a book or two, but she had a short attention span at the moment.
This was her first flight, but all she could think about was how she wanted her mother to be there with her. She could have curled up next to her mother and laid her head in her lap, falling asleep as her mother stroked her hair. The thought of that was enough to make her want to cry again, but she held back the tears. Her mother wouldn’t want her to cry, she’d want her to enjoy her first flight ever.
Maybe if she had regular eyes like everyone else, she wouldn’t get the stares from both the grown-ups and kids alike. Some of the kids would stick their tongues out at her only to be chastised by their parents who chose to pretend she wasn’t there. Many grown-ups would openly stare at her, sometimes giving her horrible glares. She supposed the only reason why they didn’t try anything was because of the presence of the flight marshal (that and the fact that they were all way up high in the air).
‘Life sure is different outside of the circus,’ Nadia found herself thinking all throughout the flight. Yes, she knew that it would be different out in the real world, but she hadn’t expected it to be this different. All the hate that she saw within the glares of some of the people…She just couldn’t understand why they could hate her so much when they didn’t even know her. The little auburn-haired sweetheart could sometimes hear them mutter “demon eyes”. Why should that matter? She was like everyone else.
A shake of the head was all that the mutant child could manage to contribute to the matter. ‘Grown-ups’ was the exasperated thought that went through her little head.
The landing announcement finally sounded throughout the plane, followed by the buckle-up sign. She had finished her cookie and was sipping the last of her water as the flight attendant came through with a trash bag. She quickly deposited her water bottle into the trash bag and received a small smile in return.
As they made the ascent, Nadia’s nerves came back again. The same questions went through her head. What if they didn’t like her? What if she didn’t like them? The ‘what if’ game was always the bane of her mother’s life and now it seemed that it would plague Nadia as well. However, Erica told Nadia once that you can’t play that game forever. Sooner or later you’d have to just stop worrying and face life.
About an hour had passed since the plane had landed. She had been met by a driver from the school. At least they hadn’t just left her to find a taxi to take her to the Institute. She was a bit disappointed that her father hadn’t shown up to drive her there, but she figured that he probably had a class to teach during that time. By now, she was standing in front of the front door, nervous and amazed at the sheer size of the place.
“Come along, little miss,” the driver beckoned to her as he took her things inside with a smile, “I’m going to take your things to your room while you wait right here for your father in the foyer.”
And so Nadia sat down in a chair by the door and waited, wondering what the heck she was going to call her father when she sees him…
Three Amazing Girls + One Super-Powered School = Countless Possibilities.
One of the oddest feelings a man could have is at the moment when he realizes the past has returned to haunt him. It started as a tension in the gut, and grew into something so much worse. It was painful and it was shocking. It was also a feeling Remy LeBeau was well acquainted with. However, even for a man used to the unexpected, every time something from his past returned, the same feeling of disbelief speared through him. Now, admittedly, he had never been a bastion of righteousness, but neither was a he terrible human being who deserved to be reminded of his frequently deviant history. It was as they said, ‘a man who cannot forget is always the one with regrets’. And Remy was a man who had never forgotten.
It was initially meant to be a silly favour. He would take the girl out, show her a nice time, and bring her back safe and sound. What happened, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. At first, things seemed to be heading well. He even found her to be good company and was genuinely enjoying himself. Against his better nature, he shot back a few glasses of fine wine and proceeded to enjoy the night’s revelry with his startlingly pretty date. From there on, things became something of a blur. He remembered taking the fine lady to a room and he remembered what had followed. Yet the details of the encounter were still vague. The fact that he might have used protection only added to the panic when they awoke, and Remy could distinctly remember something inside his chest sink.
She had promised Remy that she was gone be barren, the fire eyed mutant thought to himself as he reread the letter. An’ den she never could bring herself to tell me. Sighing deeply, Remy let the paper slip from between his fingers and glide towards his desk. Rubbing what appeared to be a growing headache, the mutant closed his eyes and tried deep breathing to calm his nerves. This letter had shocked and confounded him. After being handed an official looking letter, Remy was notified that he had a daughter, and one that was coming to be with him. Almost a week and a half later, he sat at his desk unable to concentrate even the slightest. It wasn’t so much the fact that his daughter, a mere stranger to him, was coming to live at the mansion, but the sad truth: that for six years he had been living a virtual lie.
It was no use pacing, cursing, or even double-checking the print. He had a daughter. He was a father. It wasn’t something that sat well with the aging Remy, but it was a fact nonetheless. His daughter, Nadia- so the letter had said- was now in his custody. “Remy aint got the slightest clue what a father does,” he muttered, rising from his chair. His daughter would be arriving any minute now and his life was about to change forever. He took his time leaving his office, making sure he looked presentable and what he figured was ‘daddy-like’. Dressed in a pair of trousers and a sport jacket, he looked more prepared for a date with a lady than one with his daughter. Smiling wryly, Remy wondered what a man wore when he saw his daughter for the first time. Did it matter if one looked his best? Would she even care?
And in that moment Remy truly realized how nervous the girl might have been. De petite pischouette prolly hates me already, he mused as he walked out of his office and towards the main foyer. Approaching as if moving towards a hostile base, Remy spotted a small girl sitting quietly next to the main door. He tried searching for a resemblance until he saw her eyes. It was a dead giveaway and there was not a chance in hell that the little girl was anything but his. Well, she had de father eyes, dat’s for sure. The thought brought a strange, honest smile to his lips and Remy strode forward, not knowing what to say to someone who was undeniably his, yet still a stranger.
“Nadia?” Was all he could manage to say, eyes more questioning than excited. Even his voice was pushed down a notch and sounded unsure of itself. It was a cruel irony: the man whose very charm was confidence would find himself nervous and unsure before a little girl.
Re: Make way for the Mennes!"Nadia?" a low, unsure voice with a thick Cajun accent cut through her wonderings, causing her to look up and stand suddenly. The young girl had been sitting there, fidgeting, for just the span of a few minutes, wondering what her father might be like. And now here he was, looking like someone who was about to go into town or something. He did look a bit 'daddy-like' and there was no mistaking that it was him since they both shared the same eyes. She stood there a moment, taking him in as she held her hands behind her back, shyly.
Nadia had been wondering what this day might be like for a long time. She'd asked her mama a million questions about him since she was about three or so, always curious about the father she'd never met. Her mother had told her simply that he was a superhero that saved the world frequently and that no matter how much he wished he could be with his little girl, he kept away so that the bad guys wouldn't hurt her. It wasn't until Erica was on her deathbed that she told little Nadia the truth. Her poor mother had been afraid to tell her father about Nadia because she didn't want to burden him and also because she had heard of the countless times over the years of superheroes' children being used against their parents. However, most of all, she had wanted to keep Nadia with her, knowing how selfish she'd been. Nadia had been her life.
The precoscious youngster had been a bit angry with her mother at first, but in the end, she couldn't stay mad at her. She may not have understood all her reasons, but the fact remained that she was glad that her mother'd had the courage to tell her the truth even if it had taken dying to do so. 'The past is the past', her mother always told her, 'just make the best of today and everything will turn out just fine.'
And that is what Nadia was doing now. The only thing that irked her was how awkward this whole thing was! She hardly knew this man and she had a million questions for him, but she couldn't remember any of them. Her mother had told her to not be angry with him because he didn't know anything and that he'd probably be just as nervous as her, but she still didn't know what exactly she should say to him. She needed an icebreaker...Now what had she decided to call him?
"Papa?", she said, surprising herself...Yes, that seemed right. She liked the sound of that! "I-I...um...", she started before she remembered the letters she was supposed to give him and promptly rummaged through the backpack beside her chair, finally finding the letters that had been tied together with a ribbon and the picture she'd drawn for him, "These are your's...and um..I drew this for you.." The picture had a man in blue holding up the world with a 'G' on his chest since her mother had told her his codename was Gambit. It looked kind of like him since her mother had shown her an old newspaper clipping with his photograph in it and was quite good for a child of her age. The young mutant looked up at her father, her fiery eyes wide and unsure as she waited for his reaction while rocking back and forth from her heels to her toes...
Three Amazing Girls + One Super-Powered School = Countless Possibilities.
And there is was, the new crux of his entire existence. Instead of making him even more nervous or awkward, the simple word give Remy something tangible to hold onto, and that in itself was reassuring. Letting an easy smile replace the look of questioning discomfort, the fire-eyed mutant realised he liked how the term sounded. Papa. Simple, sweet and said with the voice of an angel, Gambit risked turning his smile into a grin and nodded. “Yes. I’m yer Papa” He wasn’t exactly sure of what to do, but Remy instinctively wanted to reach out and embrace the little girl. She was, after all, the only person he knew that was his flesh and blood. The girl had some of his features, yet there were parts of her that were unmistakably her mother’s. In an instant he felt sorrow for her loss, but couldn’t help but wonder what sort of blessing she would be for him.
"I-I...um...These are your's...and um..I drew this for you.."
Looking down, he saw the little girl holding up a wad of letters and what seemed to be a drawing. “Thank you,” he said quietly, taking the letters and putting them into his pant’s back pocket. The drawing he held onto and almost laughed when he saw what she had sketched. It was him, and although he wasn’t really dressed as he was in the picture, the girl’s talent was more than obvious. “Dis here is sure beautiful” he said, his thick Cajun accent mingling well with honest admiration. No one had ever drawn him a picture before, and in that moment, it was the single most precious gift he had been given by what he figured would become the single most important person in his life. Folding the paper neatly he slipped it into his shirt pocked and tapped it with his index finger. “I’m gone put dis on my wall,” he said happily. “An’ I’ll be expectin’ to put more of dem as well.”
As long as he could, he would take care of her. With her mother gone and without anyone to depend on, it was his turn to take the plunge and become the father of her dreams. She would, of course, be sharing his living space, and although he knew of her arrival time for a few weeks, he had really done nothing to alter the state of his room. He felt guilty, but he loved his pad and was reluctant to change it in any little way. But now dere's a petite fille livin' wid you, so its high time you lose de bachelor lifestyle, he reminded himself. He’d have to get her a bed and whatever else it was little girl’s needed. Maybe she wasn’t fussy and wouldn’t be demanding, but there were some things a parents just had to do for a child. One of them was try to make the child’s living space as comfortable as was possible.
He offered her his hand, waiting for the girl to accept what would be the first contact they would ever have. “Let’s us get dis here stuff to de room, an’ den if yer up for it, we can go get us some ice cream.” Kids loved Ice Cream, and Remy knew this for a fact. Heck, if he had the time to actually let himself go, Remy knew his path to self gratification would indeed be the sweetness of either Rocky Road or Vanilla Chocolate Chip. Giving her another magnificent smile, the red eyed mutant gave his daughter a small wink. “Dat is, if you like Ice Cream.” He figured he’d have to be the one taking on the air of ease as he tried to dispel the awkwardness. The girl had come to him and had taken the first step, it was time she let go and let her father carry her the rest of the way. Glancing down at his outstretched hand, he gave her another reassuring smile.
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He liked her! The little fire-eyed angel could tell by the smile he gave her as he had said “Yes. I’m yer Papa” with that thick Cajun accent. She really only had a slight accent, her mother having made her to pronounce words properly. However, there was the southern proper way and the northern proper way and really, she spoke the southern proper way with a bit of Cajun spice in there.
As she stood there, feeling a bit nervous about handing him her drawing of him, she couldn't help but get the feeling that despite all of her fretting, everything was going to be okay. The sweet munchkin was already getting through her first introduction with her father quite smoothly and it even seemed that he liked her or even loved her right then and there. "Everything happens for a reason, Nadia," said her mother's voice in her head, "Everything is connected. You just have to make the best of what comes your way and know that what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger, little one."
It was at that moment that her father complimented her, his admiration quelling her fears, causing her to smile as she basked in his praise. “I’m gone put dis on my wall,” he said, “An’ I’ll be expectin’ to put more of dem as well.”
"Yes sir!", she piped in reply, feeling a bit giddy, like she was on the verge of getting the giggles. Her first meeting with her father was turning out to be all that she could have ever asked for and more. Not only did she get to live in a giant mansion like a princess from all the fairy tales she'd read, but she now had a father that loved her. She knew that her mother wouldn't want her to be sad right now, that this was a happy occasion. A part of her wanted to feel guilty about how happy she was, but that was quickly squashed as her Papa held out his hand for her to take.
“Let’s us get dis here stuff to de room, an’ den if yer up for it, we can go get us some ice cream.” Ice cream? Did he just say ice cream?! For a moment she was torn between two voices in her head. One of them said, "Forget the room! Let's go get ice cream!!!" The other one said, "Patience, you can have some ice cream after you and Papa get your stuff to your room. Don't you wanna see it?"
Her father's voice cut through the two as they argued, “Dat is, if you like Ice Cream.” Uh oh. Now he'd done it. He was about to get her talking and once he started, it was hard for her to stop.
"Are you nuts! I looooooove ice cream!", she exclaimed, practically jumping up and down at the prospect of it as she took his hand, "Chocolate chip, vanilla, brownie swirl, bubble gum, rocky road, strawberry! There's so many to choose from! My all time favorite is Chocolate Chip! What's your favorite? Mama liked double brownie, but I didn't always like it alone. It had too much chocolate and sometimes the brownie parts were too hard. But it was great with mint chocolate chip!"
Three Amazing Girls + One Super-Powered School = Countless Possibilities.
Re: Make way for the Mennes!
Remy simply grinned, the relief and elation showing clearly on his handsome face. Looking down at the little bundle of laughter and joy, Remy absently wondered how her life had been like without him. Was she someone who took offence easily or was she more laidback and calm, a fierce wit just glimmering her flaming eyes. Taken aback at her sudden flood of words, the fire-eyed mutant let out a surprised laugh and swept her into his arms. Holding her tight, he laid his chin upon her soft shoulder and felt the moment for what it was: the first real contact a father and daughter would ever make. It was as if he couldn’t let her go, no, it was as if he couldn’t let her go. She was finally with him and he hoped to live out his entire life taking care of her. A Papa, as the girl had called. Gambit was now a papa for life.
Holding her under one arm, he carried her up the massive staircase to their joint room, his other hand carrying the rest of her luggage. “Roady road? Dat be Remy’s favourite kind too,” he said with a brilliant smile on his lips. “But yer father isn’t allowed to have it often.” Smirking, he let her down near the top of the stairs and slowly fumbled for his room key. It was odd how he had installed his own lock upon the door. Most rooms came with their own pre-installed lock, but Gambit had gone through the extra effort of putting one he was sure could not be opened by a pickpocket. There were precious items in his room, and now he was about to bring in the most precious of all. Finally managing to retrieve the key, he unlocked the door with a small click and showed the girl what would become her room for a good long while.
It was bigger than most of the other rooms in the mansion, and Remy seemed to take extreme care in keeping it clean. Immaculately made, a four poster bed jutted out from the far wall, an ocean blue quilt and matching pillows the only real indication of colour in the mostly mahogany room. Next to it was a large chest of drawers which seemed to be almost as tall the Cajun himself. Grinning, he entered and placed her small suitcase next to his massive cupboard and nodded in her direction. “Dis here is my room,” he said with some uncertainty. “You can stay here if ya’d like, oderwise dere are rooms for students if dey want to live alone.” Pulling the drawing from his pocket, Remy walked over to the cupboard and stuck it behind one of the wooden doors. Turning, he gave the girl another brilliant smile.
“Now, how abouts we get dat ice cream?”
ooc: sorry its so bad. Im totally not feeling gambit this afternoon...but I tried my best. *hides from the wrath of katie*
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The hug had come out of nowhere. However, Nadia didn’t mind. It was nice. He had a sort of nice musty burnt cinnamon smell. It was then that he carried the little eight year old up the stairs. By the time they were up there, she was squirming to get down, refraining from saying, “Papa, I’m too old to be carried!” She didn’t want to hurt his feelings since this was her first time meeting her father, but she would be setting him straight next time he tried again. Of course, that was only if she was conscious. Instead, she grinned at him and hugged him before they set off down the hall to their joint room.
“Roady road? Dat be Remy’s favourite kind too. But yer father isn’t allowed to have it often.”
"Really?," she said, her eyebrows raised in surprise, "Mama said that chocolate can help you live longer and that's why I can have it...But only in minimum because I get a tummy ache if I have too much..."
Nadia perked up at this new information upon hearing it before storing it away to use for when she wanted something or was in trouble (after she had replied, of course!). It was then that her father started to fumble with the lock, hearing an audible click before he opened the door to a huuuuge room. A "Wow!" had escaped her lips without her even realizing it as she followed him inside.
“Dis here is my room. You can stay here if ya’d like, oderwise dere are rooms for students if dey want to live alone.”
He had said the first part a bit uncertainly, like she'd want to not live with him. For a fleeting moment, she considered living with the other students...Alone. However, that frightened her even more than it had when she first found out that she was going to have to leave the circus to live with the father she'd never met. No, she was only eight years old and was definitely not ready to live all alone. Perhaps a room to herself in an apartment-like space maybe, but this would do for now.
“Now, how abouts we get dat ice cream?”
Ice cream! The little eight year old had almost forgotten, having been so overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of awesomeness that was to be her shared abode. She would mention her worries about staying in a room alone in a bit, but right now, she had some ice cream to find. That is...Only if he'd lead the way!
"OoOoh! Ice cream!," she almost squealed as she jumped for a few moments, giggling as she did, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" The fiery-eyed munchkin licked her lips for emphasis then before taking his hand and tugging her father towards the door like only an over-enthusiastic eight year old can!
Three Amazing Girls + One Super-Powered School = Countless Possibilities.
Re: Make way for the Mennes!
He could have taken her to the kitchen and scooped her a few spoons of ice cream, but Remy knew deep down that what both of them wanted was something more gourmet than a few plastic bowls and a tub of Neapolitan. Offering the girl his hand, the fire-eyed mutant looked down and gave they girl a smile which could have mirrored her most mischievous one. The mansion had plenty of cars and New York was just a half hour’s drive away. The journey, plus the chance to share a favorite treat with his daughter at a parlor was something he just couldn’t give up. He absently grabbed his coat before heading out and secured a deck of cards into its side pocket. As friendly and innocent as the idea was, there was no trusting the streets of New York- especially for two mutants who had eyes which resembled glowing embers. He gave the little girl another reassuring smile before walking out with her. Well, walking would be the wrong term, he mused wryly as the girl tugged on his sleeve. “Nadia,” he said with a small laugh. “I need dat sleeve..”
They descended down the levels of the mansion until they found their way into the garage. Keying a few codes and swiping his card through the lock, Remy opened the door to reveal a large space filled with all sorts of exotic cars and automobiles. Finding a key to any one of them wouldn’t be terribly difficult, however Logan’s bike and Scott’s speedy little two-seater were pretty much known to be off limits. Grinning at the thought of breaking into the latter vehicle and not bringing it back, Remy urged the little girl forward. “Pick any one ye’d like, Nadia.” He said, his voice amused. Gambit himself had no real preference although he was growing into a fan of the larger, more muscular jeeps and sport utility vehicles. Back in the days he lived on the streets, the young Le Beau dreamt of one day owning a powerful car which simply screamed wealth and class.
Lately however, his priorities seemed to have been changing. Most of them seemed to have taken a U-turn the day he had gotten the first letter. This little girl, although she didn’t know, had brought about a change in the Cajun. She had given him a reason to actually plan and look forward to the future. Although there wasn’t a lady on his arm yet, Remy did have a child, and one he wanted to show the world to. Already he was worrying about her and boys, and didn’t have a clue what he expected of her with regards to grades, schooling and even college. So many thoughts, so many ideas, so many fears. It was overwhelming at times, and yet at times it was also like a breath of fresh air. He had responsibilities now, and was well on his way to shouldering them. Watching as the girl selected a car, the fiery-eyes mutant rummaged through his key collection for the master key and codes.
“Jes’ leave de ugly bike covered fur it alone,” he called out as an after thought, referring to Logan’s ride, a small smile upon his lips.
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The garage was full of so many cars! For a brief moment, Nadia wondered which one was her father’s. It was then that he told her that she could pick any car to go into town for ice cream! ICE CREAM!!! But first, she had to choose a car. “Wow,” she said as she walked down the rows of cars, “I didn’t think I’d get to choose a car until I was sixteen!” There was a car in every shape and size. European, Japanese, Korean; there were all sorts!
It was then that Papa told her to stay away from the motorcycle with the cover over it that she was just about to look at. “Rats!,” she muttered before saying, “Okay, Papa. I’ll stay away from it..” The munchkin veered away from the motorcycle and shook her head. There had to be a better way! Wait…Maybe there was! She made her way back to her father and grinned. “I think I’m gonna have to introduce you to a friend of mine, Papa,” she said with a grin as an oceanic feathered dragonette appeared curled around the back of Nadia’s neck, her gemmed forehead sparkling with a vibrant blue, “This is Leila, my dragonette. She showed up just a few weeks ago.” Leila leapt into the air and flew in circles around Remy’s head before landing on Nadia’s shoulder once again, nuzzling against her cheek. “Go and check out the cars, but don’t scratch anything or I’ll have to call on little Blossom,” she said with a grin. Leila nipped at Nadia’s ear, making her jump, before the dragonette took off and circled around the garage. A few minutes later and Leila was right back on Nadia’s shoulder, nuzzling her cheek and gibbering excitedly.
“Oh! Really?”, she asked the excited reptilian flyer, “Okay, I’ll tell him, but you can’t come. We don’t want another incident, now do we?” Leila’s gem turned from a vibrant blue to a blushy pink. “Leila says that I should pick the Dodge Viper convertible…Something about how I’d like the wind whipping through my hair…That or through her feathers! Its hard to tell when she’s this excited.”
The little mutant grinned and skipped as she followed Leila to the convertible, the little dragonette circling above it in the air to make it easy to find. Nadia looked back at her papa and waved him on. "C'mon, Papa!," she exclaimed excitedly, "The ice cream awaits!"
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Eyes widened in surprise as the dragonette materialized upon his daughter's neck, and only for an instant did his fingers tense with suspicion. It was that protective parenting streak, he figured, loosening slightly at the sight of his daughter's impish little smile. Letting a grin of his own grace his perfect lips, the fire-eyed mutant nodded. "It is nice to meet you, Leila," Remy said with amusement as the majestic creature rose and did loops around his head. It must be her power, he figured with some semblance of pride. Whereas his mutation involved infusing kinetic energy into non-living tissue, his daughter seemed to conjure beasts – although he could not be sure how she did it exactly. He had sort of hoped she would develop powers much like his own, but in the end, it didn't matter as long as she could control whatever powers she did manifest. Before he could even ask his daughter about the extent and details of her abilities, the feathered dragonette was off searching for their ride, leaving Remy and Nadia alone to wonder how much the little creature actually knew about cars. "Le's hope she doesn' pick any of dem tricycles," He mused with wry amusement as the creature returned.
As his daughter translated what the creature has said, Remy found himself impressed by the dragonette's knowledge of cars. "De Viper, eh?" he said grinning broadly. "Its one of my favourites anyway." Watching as his daughter skipped off happily towards the car her dragonette had chosen for them, Remy paused to consider her abilities once again. He had heard of children having imaginary friends, but there was little he could know about the child having the ability to materialize such friends. It raised a plethora of questions- many of which were oddly philosophical in nature. Ignoring them, he let his mind snap back to the present as he heard his daughter calling to him, her sweet voice edged with excitement and adventure. "Have mercy on dis here ol’ man, Nadia. He aint really what he used ta be." He caught up to the two in a few short strides and was soon standing before the car, its hood already open, and its leather seats both inviting and plush. Although its interior spoke of luxury and convenience, he knew that the heart of sports car pulsated underneath, with a powerful V10 engine, and packing a 535 punch of pure horsepower.
Unlocking it with a quick push of a button, he grinned at the fact that most of the cars were rigged up so that only a few select people could drive them. With sensor technology which read fingerprints, it was easy to keep the more rowdy of the school's bunch from running away with the cars each night. All they had to so was ask (and show the proper license) to allow them to run off with one of many vehicles. It wasn't a system he had devised, but it was useful all the same. Although, if he was a student, he would have hated such limitations, and would have surely found a way around it- even if he had to blow out some door locks and re-rig the car to his own standards.
He slid into the leather driver's seat and watched as the mirrors and steering wheels automatically adjusted to his settings. It was obvious he had driven the car before, and there was a certain sense of familiarity which lingered in every contour of the leather seat and steering wheel. Revving up the engine, he deftly drove the sports car out of its allotted parking spot and brought it to the halt before the massive garage door, waiting for it to open before he could pull the car out.
And soon they were off, tearing down the cobblestone driveways of the Xavier mansion, the wind in their hair and the scents of spring lingering around them. The drive promised to be a scenic one, and Remy couldn’t have imagined a better person to share it with.
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