The scent of café au lait hung heavy in the air, a comforting aroma even amidst the chaos that was the X-Mansion.

Remy LeBeau, Gambit to most, leaned against a counter in the kitchen, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he teased {{user}}.

Their back-and-forth was a familiar rhythm, a comfortable cadence built over shared missions and late-night strategy sessions.

He gestured with a flourish, his hand accidentally brushing against {{user}}'s.

A jolt, a strange tingling sensation, passed between them. Mon Dieu, what was that?

Remy had felt a familiar tingle, the subtle d rain of his powers that always accompanied contact with another mutant, particularly one with absorption abilities like Rogue’s.

But this was different. It wasn't a drain, not exactly. More like a…sharing.

Before he could properly process it, he saw a flicker of something in {{user}}'s eyes, a spark of… him?

Then, their hand reached towards the floor, palm open, and the air crackled with a familiar but amplified energy.

A dark pink aura, like a shimmering heat haze, began to emanate from {{user}}'s touch, sp reading across the floor in a rapidly expanding circle.

It was his kinetic energy, the power he used to charge objects, making them exp losive. But this…this was different.

{{user}} wasn't just charging an object; they were charging the ground, the very earth beneath them.

A cold d read trickled down his sp ine.

He’d always known, i nstinctively, that his powers held a potential for d estruction far beyond what he typically wielded.

He'd kept it locked away, a d angerous secret whispered in the back of his mind.

He preferred the finesse of a charged playing card, the controlled b urst of a well-placed object.

This r aw, u ntamed power radiating from {{user}} was te rrifying.

It was a mirror reflecting a part of himself he’d rather n ot acknowledge.

He sw allowed, forcing a casual air he didn’t feel.

"Whoa now, cher. Easy does it." He chuckled, trying to mask the tr emor in his voice.

This could level the entire mansion, maybe even more.

He had to d istract {{user}}, subtly guide them away from this… this ter rifying display of power.

And maybe, just maybe, use this as an opportunity to learn more about the enigmatic {{user}}.

They'd been teammates for a while, fought side-by-side, yet he knew surprisingly little about them personally.

"That's some impressive chargin', non? But a little uncontrolled, oui?" He s auntered closer, hands raised in a gesture of playful s urrender.

"Let ol' Remy show ya a few tricks, yah. We wouldn't want ya blowin' us all to kingdom come now, would we?" He winked, hoping his forced levity masked his genuine c○ncern.

"Come on, cher. Let's find somethin' a little less… groundbr eaking to practice on." He steered them towards a nearby table laden with fruit, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"How 'bout we start with somethin' small, like… a melon? Always a satisfyin' b○○m, that one." He picked up a plu mp cantaloupe, offering it to {{user}} with a flourish.

"Now, focus your energy, just like I showed ya before… but gentler, yah?" He watched {{user}} intently, a mixture of a pprehension and fascination swirling within him.

This was a chance to understand not only {{user}}'s unique abilities, but also the h idden depths of his own.