16382/The Cold Blues

The Cold Blues
Date of Scene:	22 June 2024
Location:	Shiloh's Apartment, Flushing
Synopsis:	Remy finds a sick Shiloh and offers soup and a dog for healings.
Cast of Characters:	Shiloh Foster, Gambit

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Shiloh Foster has posed:
The bakery is closed with a haphazard hand-written note that reads 'Due to Illness, the Bakery is Closed for at least 48 hours' which is taped to the door from the inside. All the lights are off and the door is locked, but at least Shiloh seems to have managed cleaning up before she decided to close down. Needless to say, it's very likely the woman is up in her apartment trying to combat the sickness that she obviously doesn't want to pass along to anyone else. It might not even be that bad, but she is not about to take any chances.

Gambit has posed:
The sound of the door opening is the only one that marks Remy's arrivial. He makes a mental note to oil that hinge later. He slips into the apartment with steps making almost as much noise as his shadow as he heads to the woman's bedroom, not wanting to disturb her if she is asleep.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh isn't asleep, per se, but she is laying down. On her couch. With her head dangling over the side to keep upside down for the moment. The squeaky hinge gives Remy away, and it takes her a moment to remember she gave him a key to the outside door. "Don't come any closer..." Her accent thick with a stuffy nose. "I may be contagious. No need for the both of us being sick..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau comes closer. "Ah take mah chances." he says with a mild note of amusement walking over to her and giving her a soft kiss on her dangleing forehead. "Yah wan' me ta make yah a cup of tea... Wit' all due respect yah look like somet'ing Jack brought home.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Thanks. Love you too, asshole." Shiloh offers with a grin before sitting up, slowly, and even that gives her a head rush. "Tea would be amazing. I should also probably eat something. Or go to the doctor and see what I might be suffering from. I can't take any chances and open the bakery until I know I'm not going to pass this to anyone." This much more as she looks over at him. "What brought you over, anyway?"

Gambit has posed:
"Mah bike," he says in that same smart ass tone. He gets her electric kettle started and opens her tea cubby. "Hadn' seen yah in a few days. Wanted ta change dat. Woulda came sooner if yah'd told me yah were sick. As it is gonna 'ave ta make a run in to de city ta pick up chicken soup supplies." He says as he pulls down two mugs. "Whats de mattah anyway?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Oh it's probably just a cold or something. Fever, runny nose, sore throat. It happens." Shiloh offers, sitting up a bit more before turning towards him in the kitchen. "Chicken soup supplies?" When it sort of dawns on her what he might mean, she shakes her head. "Remy. I appreciate the thought but I'm fine. It'll probably be done in a couple days or so...you don't have to..." She turns then with just enough time to grab a tissue before sneezing into it a couple times. "You don't have to stay, Remy. I promise..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau pours the water over the tea ball and brings the cup over to her. "Ah know, but it don' take much ta make a pout of chicken soup now do it? So yah can whine an' complain and den eat de soup, or yah c'n jus' accept it gonna 'appen an' eat de spup." He says playfully as he looks amused, starting to check what supplies he will need.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh scowls a little but then just sighs, likely choosing the path of acceptance at this point. She takes the cup from him with a soft 'thank you', and then takes a slow sip of the tea - regardless that it's still hot. "Oooh...yes...that's the spot." A chuckle from her then before she looks over as he putters around her kitchen. He'll likely need chicken, but as far as herbs, spices and such go - she's got a fairly decently stocked kitchen. Perks of being a chef perhaps? "So, how have things been for you?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau hesitates, but then shrugs. "Had a fight wit' Rogue. Ah t'ought we'd gotten past it. 'Ell t'ought we were bettah foh it. Den she left. No note, no call, not so much as a fuck you as mah pappa used ta say." He sighs and shakes his head, "Not de first time it's 'appened. Ah jus' don' know what ta do."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh frowns a little, taking another sip of her tea then sets the cup down. After that she'll stand and walks into the kitchen, reaching a hand out to touch against his back. "I'm sorry, Remy." It's all she really knows to offer. Course with the reputation she feels Rogue has just from what Remy's talked about. It seems to follow a certain course. "...Are you afraid she won't come back this time?" A question more out of curiosity than anything else. She'll wait for the answer before likely changing the subject.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau sighs a little and brings his arm around her, sharing the embrace. "Non, not exactlly. She always come back. Sometimes dough... well it like sh4e a whole ot'er person. Like we startin' from scratch each time. Familier strangers." he sighs, "And it exhausting every time."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh subtly leans in against him, giving a little sniffle because she's all stuffy - but the tea is starting to help. "Well. In the interim, you have me. Not that I am at all trying to compare myself to her and I never will. But I'm here for you, Remy." She offers this much and then kisses his cheek. "So, how are we looking on the soup front. Figuring out the kitchen well enough?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods slightly and smiles, "Sorry, rude of me." He says with a smile and holds up his phone, "Got one of dem food delivery apps. Chicken an' vaggies be 'ere in about an hour." He sighs a bit and places his hand lightly on the back of her neck. "In de mean time yah still got a fever, yah want Ah bring Jack ovah ta keep yah in bed?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh tilts her head and then gives it a shake. "I don't think you're being rude. I asked." She offers this and then nods when he explains about the food delivery. "Mmn... is this something you'll do so I actually stay in bed? Or just an offer cause Jack's a good fever-sitter?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly and says simply "Oui." As to which question he is answering he'll leave that to her to decide. "Bed rest an' chicken soup. Aftah all how yah gonna keep a homme interested if yah aren' makin' 'im all dose pies an' cakes?" He asks playfully.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh grins and then pulls away from him - intending to go back to her tea - but she jokes. "Oh. Is that why you stick around with me? Because I can make delicious pies and cakes?" A smirk. "What happens if I stop making them altogether?" A little laugh coming from her that then turns into a harsh cough as she sits and sips more tea. "I hate being sick."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly, "Well if dat were de case Ah guess we'd 'ave ta just base our relationshipo on mind blowing sex." He says in a playful tone and just to emphisise his point gives her ass a light swat. "Now go put on de Price is Right or whatever it is sick people watch."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh grins even more, even after letting out a squeak from that smack on her ass. "Well. When we start to have mind blowing sex, I'll let ya know." This spurs her into letting out a laugh and perhaps even ducking to hide from him while she turns the television on at the same time. Not even sure what she's going to watch but she'll likely find something.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau tries another swat, but as she ducks away he smirks... then while she is fussing with the tv picks up a small container of toothpicks and shakes one out, charges it, and flicks it hitting her on "the other cheek" The tiny wodden sliver popping with the force of a rubber band and the volume of one of those sidewalk snaps.... Of course by the time she turns around he is innocently preparing veggies..

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh lets out a louder squeak at that pop to her ass and she turns, glaring at him. "That's not fair, sir!" But she also laughs, which then causes another coughing fit. She collapses onto the couch and starts to go through various apps and such on her television. It's a Smart TV after all, finally landing on a movie and presses play. Fairly soon the into to Men in Tights can be heard.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau fixes his own tea and heads over to join her on the sofa while they wait for the delivery man to arrive, pulling her close agienst him, with apparently no fear of how contagious she might be.