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[solitaire]

_{( For once, Remy might actually be in his apartment. He's sitting on his bed, not in coat or costume but a simple cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's got a roll of cloth bandages, and is wrapping his hands methodologically. )}

Y'all really know how ta discuss, you know that? I'm very impressed.

_{( He's not, actually. He thinks the talking around such matters is a waste of time, and also a way to show the Initiative their hand. But he doesn't say so. )}

But I have ta say, all this bleak talk ain't really for me. Can't keep at it for very long. Désolé.

So, for those of you who care ta lighten the mood, here's a game. First player--that'd be me, I like ta deal--gives you a word. You say the first thing that comes ta your mind, after that. An' y'keep goin', over an' over, until someone cracks an' has ta ask the reasonin' behind your answer.

Whether y'tell 'em is up ta you.

_{( He laughs, to himself. )}

It's an option, anyways. If you don't wantta keep talkin' 'bout how unhappy y'all are.

_{( ooc / idk if this'll come up but if you want to threadjack and play with each other, i'm totally cool with that. )}

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

Children.

[solitaire]

Students.

[whatsupcroc]

Normalcy.

( That one earns a sort of wistful sigh. )

[solitaire]

Overrated.

_{( That comes immediately. )}

[whatsupcroc]

( Oh that gets her laughing hard. )

Agreed!

[solitaire]

D'accord.

[whatsupcroc]

Paris.

[solitaire]

Monte Carlo.

[whatsupcroc]

Monte Cristo.

[solitaire]

Musketeers.

[whatsupcroc]

Freedom.

[solitaire]

Easy.

[whatsupcroc]

Yogurt.

[solitaire]

_{( He pauses, laughs. )}

You're gonna hafta explain that one.

the wonderous days of go-gurt

[whatsupcroc]

( She grins. )

Ever had yogurt from a tube? It's something I said back when I first learned about the war happening on my world. Easy as yogurt out of a tube! That's how morphing worked for me. You say easy, and the first thing I thought of was the yogurt!

my childhood

[solitaire]

You gonna be insulted if I say that sounds kinda gross, petite?

[whatsupcroc]

( She laughs. )

Nope, not as long as you're not surprised when I say I'm going to try and fine some on a mission and bring it back for you! Unless you're lactose intolerant. Are you?

[solitaire]

Couldn't eat gumbo, if I was.

_{( Which is a no, to the question. )}

An' if you bring it back for me, I'll definitely give it a shot.

[whatsupcroc]

Then I'll do my best! It's worth trying at least once. And particular flavors you like best?

[solitaire]

Anythin' with berries.

[whatsupcroc]

( She nods her approval. )

A man after my own heart. Something berry it is!

[solitaire]

I'll see if I can't find somethin' good ta go along wit' it.

[whatsupcroc]

It's a date! A yogurt date. ... Sometime.

( And she just laughs again, because it's such a silly thing, and it feels so good to laugh after everything that's been happening. It doesn't make the hurts go away, but it does help dull them down so they don't ache quite so sharply. )

Thanks, Remy. You've been helping a lot of people out today.

[solitaire]

<sub>( She says that and his stomach dips, an uncomfortable feeling rising up in it. It happens every time someone tries to tell him he's a good person, or even that he's done a good thing.

He knows it isn't true. He knows exactly what kind of man he is.

He laughs, weakly. )</sub>

Ain't a thing, petite. I jus' like games, is all.

[whatsupcroc]

( She cants her head to the side, as if she heard something off with his tone. )

You okay?

( Maybe it was a bad idea bringing back in the reality they'd just experienced. )