You jumped, startled when his Bo staff made its way in front of you, blocking your path.
You rolled your eyes.
"Not now, Remy." You scolded half-heartedly. He pouted playfully. "And stop using your charm! You know it only works when the person doesn't know and, trust me, I know it well enough." Sometimes you wondered if the charm trully worked like that. Often you caught yourself staring at him for no good reason, but you figured it was because you were attracted to him. After all, he wasn't such a bad sight for the eyes and his company was enjoyable.
You showed the books on your arms and raised your brows to emphasize your point.
"I'm kinda busy, you know."
Remy sighed. "Sometimes you make me miss the old times."
You narrowed at him. "Remy..."
"You know I prefer when you call me Gambit."
You rolled your eyes. "Gambit, if you're refering to your thief time, than you beter take back what you just said. I won't tolerate you mentioning that agai