Fantomex.

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"Bonjour!"

"L'Amour, I miss your lavender eyes piercing my soul."

"Merde."

"Alas, I can never escape the presence of Gambit; nor the smell that follows. Bleh."

Places his head on @butterflypsion's lap.

With only a towel wrapped around his waist and his mask donned, he unceremoniously shoves his bloodied and ripped suit into a trash can, lights a match and sets it ablaze.

"Zut alors! Cease with the Christmas cheer! My hangover can take no more."

"With passion!"

Gift and pushed it through a window. "I think this Robin Hood life looks good on me, non?" Eva interrupted. "It's not that Fanto; you're giving the boys jewels and the girls guns." Jean-Phillipe paused and shrugged. "At least I can say I am a man of equality!"

Your charity work?" A sigh was released, pushing a smog hot air from his lungs through the fabric of his mask. "This is more than charity work, mon cheri. These kids are mutant and poor, they deserve something for Christmas." He stated as he grabbed another horribly wrapped--

The shine of the moon illuminated the white blot as it dashed through the roofs of Mutant Town, a spherical transparent shape following aloft a few paces behind, distorting the night sky. "Really?" The sharp voice of E.V.A barked into his brain. "I'm missing my programs for --

"Merde. The tensions are ridiculous."

"Ack! The way you say thief with such disdain is offensive."

"It is also the time of thieving."