<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/0cab045af8d60abf82d971b9034e2860/tumblr_o2g8bi5oVw1tq8xp2o5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Remy LeBeau | Gambit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 13th, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Damn speedster! Damn--oooh, that's a pretty girl.<br/><hr/><br/>"Not a problem, chérie," Gambit just said with a charming smile as he helped the girl up. It was hard to miss the scar on her cheek, or the raised scars he felt against the palm of his hand. But if either one bothered him, the Cajun didn't let it show. Sadly, she was hardly the first girl at the school to arrive there with scars. Nor would she be the last. But scars hardly bothered him. And seeing hers as he did, with them not exactly covered, he could only assume they didn't bother her either, which was good for her.<br/><br/>So as she stumbled forward into him, he just chuckled a bit, the hand not holding her's moving to her waist to help steady her. The girl practically hugged him as she tried to remove her heels, a moment he wasn't exactly in a hurry to see end, but when she realized what she was doing and backed off he merely gave her a charming grin.<br/><br/>"No need to apologize...Can't complain 'bout a beautiful young woman leaning in close," he teased her, winking, before she started to lower down to gather her things. He paused just long enough to enjoy the view she inadvertently gave him, before kneeling down next to her to help. He wasn't so crass as to just stare at her ass while she was hurt, and trying to pick her things up. "Let me help wit' that...You sure you okay, chérie? Looked like one nasty fall..."