Oddly enough, VII was closer than Madame Lily's, so Pickles led the way into the room, holding the door for Remy, "Interest you in anything?" The way he said it could only mean one thing. Illicit and wholly dubious narcotics.
"Y'know, it's weird. I been thinkin' about how I told Miniver I'd be true to him, how I wouldn't go and mess around with anyone else, and shit like that. The truth is, I know I won't. Always knew I couldn't keep to that. Figure, if I'm gunna break that rule I set up fer myself, might as well be with someone I call a friend, someone I know he can come an' talk to after the fact, because I ain't gunna try an' hide it from him."
He rolled himself to be closer to Remy. "An' anyway, I been doin' shit with you since before he an' I started datin', so I ain't gunna just stop." Beat. "Not that yer addictin' or anythin' like that. No wait, you are. Just fun to be around, too."
He thought about that for a long moment, finally shrugging, "Or y'coul' jus' go wit' t'tried an' true excuse 'bout it not countin' f'anythin' on 'ccount a my bein' a professional."
He still wasn't entirely sure how that one made sense, but it worked for some people.
"Nope, sorry, Just 'cuz I pay you, don't mean dick." He smirked, "And tonight, I'm just givin' yer money back." So really, even then it didn't work. Pickles flopped over. "But enough bein' angsty about shit, I know you prolly need it as much as I do right now."
He laughed then, it was one of those half-purring, almost physically tangible sounds, the kind that just exuded warm and fuzzy, "Not goin' deny t'at." He said, smirk emerging once more.
Warm and fuzzy! Like a ferret! Oh yes, the narration went there. Pickles looked over at Remy, "So what the hell are we waitin' fer, Cajun? An alarm to go off?" He chuckled, before sliding out of his shirt. He had the nipple piercings back in, which were really just for aesthetic. His fashion consultant didn't know the reasons behind him taking them out, but there were some. Mostly the oversensitivity thing.
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He rolled himself to be closer to Remy. "An' anyway, I been doin' shit with you since before he an' I started datin', so I ain't gunna just stop."
Beat.
"Not that yer addictin' or anythin' like that. No wait, you are. Just fun to be around, too."
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He still wasn't entirely sure how that one made sense, but it worked for some people.
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Pickles flopped over. "But enough bein' angsty about shit, I know you prolly need it as much as I do right now."
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Oh yes, the narration went there.
Pickles looked over at Remy, "So what the hell are we waitin' fer, Cajun? An alarm to go off?" He chuckled, before sliding out of his shirt. He had the nipple piercings back in, which were really just for aesthetic. His fashion consultant didn't know the reasons behind him taking them out, but there were some.
Mostly the oversensitivity thing.
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