being curled up on your dates floor with three cats was the last thing you expected but here you were, three sweet little fuzzballs that all had little personalities of their own. one called oliver, with sleek grey fur. the second one called figaro, a sweet white furred cat with big blue eyes. and lucifer. a ginger kitty who was honestly operating on one braincell at max.

usually you’d never go home with a date after the first few meet-ups. but this wasn’t for the reason most would think. heavy rain had started, causing flooding on the roads to your way home. not even a taxi would offer to take you back. and remy offered to let you stay with him for the night and sort out getting you home in the morning. no intentions behind it, he just wanted to help. it was actually pretty sweet. he seemed so confident yet was practically tripping over himself to try make sure you were comfortable.

“ya don’t gotta sit on da floor, cher. gambit don’t want you feelin’ unwelcome.” he fussed, bringing over a cushion for you. encouraging you to sit up a little, as he slipped a cushion under you. seemingly calming for a moment. “you like em? da cats i mean. they sweet. adopted em after they were dumped ere, but dat a story for another day.” he said as he nodded to himself. “gambit don’t mind cook in’ you somethin if you hungry, or ya can take a shower, warm up or whatever.” he offered. he hadn’t had somebody in his home that wasnt just a hookup in a while. picking up one of the cats and patting it mindlessly. “or ya know, i can sleep on the couch and you can take the bed. gambit want you comfortable. ain’t good at dis…” he said as he waved his hand a little. “welcomin’ stuff.”

he said as his shoulders slumped a little, trying his best. “least you like da cats. they seem ta like you too.” he observed. the two cats figaro and lucifer all over you. him holding onto oliver. “understandable. you pretty likeable gambit thinks.” he said softly, trying to give a genuine compliment.