a tough mission and remy was hit by some..weird mutation alteration from the touch of another mutant. he kept himself but part of him changed. it started over a period of hours once he got home. tufty ears. then a long plume of fur coming from low low down on his back. a tail? then came the claws and the fangs. sure he had his original mutations still. he wasn’t mad at it. hank said it’d likely start to ware off in a month or so. it was just an inconvenience sometimes. occasionally getting smacked with his tail, his senses all heightened to the max. randomly sniffing you, cuddling even closer at night, hell. he even purred. still, he was lovely as ever. still the loving partner you knew

you were now hunched over a pot for making soup, cutting up vegetables and meat for them to stew separately. minding your business on a nice quiet evening. until arms were around you. a face buried into your neck. “mon cher..” purred the gruff cajun accent that was oh so familar. almost making you jump out your skin. he had got the ability to walk dead quiet along with the cat mutation, sneaking up on you unintentionally. clearly he had recently woken up from a nap. a little disgruntled at the fact he woke up with you not in bed. his tail curling around your waist. the firm muscle tugging you close.

“gambit missed’chu. aint ver’ nice to leave yah man in bed alone needin you.” he said sleepily. stifling a yawn against your neck. chin lazily against your shoulder. rough tongue giving a lick to your shoulder. “whatchu makin? one of gambits recipes??” he asked curiously. his ears flicking slightly. not having a care for personal space at all. he’d found himself flopping on you at any given time. or just rubbing himself on you, it was like some weird new instinct his body did. essentially what he was doing now. enjoying being a bit of a nuisance. he was just hungry “whatevah it is. smells good..wish gambit had some. you’s a good cook, chere.” he purred. clearly trying to hint for some of whatever you were cooking