you see, there’s something wrong with me. there is something seriously wrong with me.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Okay.

…I’m trying to guess what his power is based on that and drawing up a blank.

I think the name is cause of his thing with cards, or cause he’s a thief too.

Powers, though, are that he can blow up whatever he touches.

[Low whistle.] That’s a pretty good one. I knew a demon like that once.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Please tell me that’s not his real name.

I think Remy is what’s on his license.

Okay.

…I’m trying to guess what his power is based on that and drawing up a blank.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Louisiana? The food’s good.

Maybe. If I can avoid Gambit.

Please tell me that’s not his real name.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Go somewhere warm. Anywhere warm. California, maybe.

…Not California.

Louisiana? The food’s good.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

I’d give you suggestions of where to live, but I don’t really know much about the states.

Eh. Anywhere works.

Go somewhere warm. Anywhere warm. California, maybe.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Wouldn’t dream of it.

Hey, another question, why do all of you hang out in New York? I mean, I have nothing against New York, it’s just funny.

No idea. Been debating moving out myself.

I’d give you suggestions of where to live, but I don’t really know much about the states.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Seriously, grenades suck. And yes, I do look good for a guy my age, I know. [He grins.]

*rolls his eyes* Uh huh, just don’t get all condescending old guy on me.

Wouldn’t dream of it.

Hey, another question, why do all of you hang out in New York? I mean, I have nothing against New York, it’s just funny.

cantgoanyfaster:

angel-and-dear:

Briefly. Second world war, right up until a grenade happened.

Huh. Good to know.

Seriously, grenades suck. And yes, I do look good for a guy my age, I know. [He grins.]