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Remington Agnes 01/23/19 “He had a binder, but... I’m not sold on his organizational skills.” Eyes widened in shock and horror, and the sharp intake of breath suddenly seemed suffocating. “A permit? Even if he did, does it just... transfer to me? Am I breaking the law, James?” This is fine, he told himself, glancing at the plants almost accusingly.

At her suggestion, Rem froze, expression interested but not quite committed. “Weed school? Is that a thing?” The inside of his cheek became victim to his anxiousness. All things considered, that was probably their best option. He didn’t have the time or the ability to be going consistently to school, and in the meantime, they could just temporarily rebrand the restaurant into serving plain old, regular food so they suffered no loss of income. Still...

“You’ve already gone to school, I asked you to do this on a whim. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice even more... Let’s just... give up the weed front.” He smiled reassuringly, though his heart sank at the thought of failing Derek.
Remington Agnes 01/23/19 He stepped into the room with her and wilted right along with them. “Uhh, no, I don’t think so...” A hand raked through his mass of hair while he blew out an attempt at a steadying breath. This wasn’t going well. “Maybe we should hire someone?”
Remington Agnes 12/28/18 Text: James
You’re the best. Seriously.
I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you.
Remington Agnes 12/24/18 Text: James
Not to drastically - and conveniently - change the subject from my own guilty part in this, but...
A friend of mine passed away. As such, his restaurant passed down to me, the one I recently started working at.
Can I convince you to quit your terrible job at the hotel and be my partner? I could really use the help, James, and I’ll make you healthier options so your butt doesn’t get any bigger?
You can’t see me, but I’m making a pretty pathetic puppy dog eyes. It would most definitely win you over.
Remington Agnes 12/23/18 Text: James
Is the button tearing off? I don’t have the best sewing skills, but I can make it work.
Remington Agnes 12/07/18 “So what, the added comfort threw you off?” He laughed boisterously, adding her extra sugar, before she even asked. As if he didn’t know her and her food preferences, really? Her excuse gave him pause, and he turned with the tea, setting it in front of her and looking a bit miffed. “I sent you with lunch, James, just because you didn’t like it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat it. It’s good for you, and you’ve been complaining that I’m going to make you fat...”
Remington Agnes 12/07/18 His mismatched gaze narrowed, lips pressing into a hard line. A soft hum indicated his disbelief, but before he could voice it, the kettle screeched loudly. As he prepared the tea, he spoke over his shoulder, poorly suppressed laughter evident with each word. “I’ve seen you walk away from a ten hour day in stilettos, and you’re telling me you tripped up the stairs? You look like you got your ass handed to you, is what you look like.”
Remington Agnes 12/07/18 “Son of a f*ck, James,” Rem breathed upon seeing her, rushing immediately to her aid. He ushered her inside, fretting like an old woman, and sat her down at the kitchen table as he flitted around, collecting everything. Bandages, topical cream, and mugs for tea, the kettle having already been set and waiting. A tsk sounded off, and he gave her a critical stare. “How?”
Remington Agnes 11/17/18 His jaw set, lips pursed, and he shook his head infinitesimally. “For chicken,” was all the response he would offer. It needed doctored, and he immediately took up the task, as was a perfectionist’s curse.

A bark of laughter resounded from him, her response conjuring a desire for the dry comedy film. How long had it been? Too long, was always the answer. “Suspenders? Look at me.” He held out his arms, pausing so as to give her the opportunity to give him a once-over. “They made suspenders for guys like me.”
Remington Agnes 11/17/18 Following her assessment, his brow would cinch, contemplating. “Honey, actually. Is it too sweet? Not sweet enough?” Very important questions.

Her excitement is palpable, and Rem turned away, if only to build the suspense. They both knew better than to think he could say no, however, so he let out an exaggerated sigh before finally ceding. “Fiiiine. But you’ll have to dress me. I’m not well-versed in, uh... reception attire.” Eventually, she’d explain why they’d not be attending the actual wedding, right?
Remington Agnes 11/17/18 A thick eyebrow arched in response, a side-eye its trusty companion. A wedding, of all things, as if he were some party animal. As he pondered, he held out a spoon with an experimental sauce on it, willing her to taste.

So many precautions... Messing up his eating schedule, risking illness, or accidental consumption of unknown animal protein... It was weighty and dangerous.

“When?” He already knew his stance.
Remington Agnes 11/17/18 Rem was entranced, completely engrossed in testing out the new menu. Without the key ingredient, of course, but he still had to make sure the food was good before serving it. He hummed softly while he worked away, though he’d glance up with a kind smile towards James as she approached, taking up her favorite space against the counter. “Mm, what’s that?”
Tiber Loche 11/02/18 Don’t take this the wrong way, but.
I’ve just about got all the wild I can handle.
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 He rubbed at his shoulder in feigned pain, pulling a face that she’d probably miss, as she was already moving away. Busting hinselfnwoth finishing up, he’d call out to her in only a slightly louder tone. “I didn’t know you could cook, to be fair. I’d love to try your food.”

With two delightfully artery clogging plates, he sank down into the couch and pushed one into her hands. “Oh, I got a job, by the way. It’s at a place called High Life. I cook with drugs now.”
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 Her presence was a tornado and Rem loved storms, so when she made her way to him, she’d be greeted with a bright smile. Too late, he opened his mouth to counter her action, but snapped it shut, suppressing a laugh, when he took in her pinched expression.

“No,” was the easy answer, coupled with a chuckle. “It hasn’t been sweetened yet. And, since you didn’t tell me which you preferred, I went ahead and made both. So, chocolate, berries, or both?”
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 Text: James
Door’s unlocked, I’m too busy making your life better.
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 Text: James
You can’t see, but I’m rolling my eyes.
Are you coming for this dessert or not?
If you can’t maturely handle the sauce, then we’re having plain cheesecake.
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 Text: James
Dessert? What do you want? Fruit or chocolate?
I have leftover cheesecake, I can make a berry reduction to put over it, or a chocolate whiskey sauce.

Text: James
Oh. No, I didn’t.
But I can still make dessert.
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 Text: James
I have a plethora of cheeses, I’ll replace it. Just please don’t eat mold.
Remington Agnes 11/02/18 Text: James
What kind of cheese?
You usually can, just cut about an inch around it.
Tiber Loche 11/02/18
Remington Agnes 10/28/18 Text: James
That sounds like potential archenemy words.
Door’s unlocked.
Remington Agnes 10/28/18 Text: James
Did I blush? Over... oh. I get it.
No, I didn’t blush. Not even when I figured it out.
Nice try, though.
Remington Agnes 10/28/18 Text: James
Don’t tempt me. I’ll send you into the deepest pit of hell with no chance of oasis.
I have never been more excited to meet a character.
Remington Agnes 10/28/18 Text: James
I’m making chili. Is that okay? I hope you’re good with spicy.
And getting into character? For yourself? I’d love to know your process.
Remington Agnes 10/24/18 Text: James
That’s great news!

Text: James
Was it not dramatic enough?
Come over, I’ll make you dinner and you can reenact it.
Make it as theatrical as you want.
Remington Agnes 10/03/18 He settled his sights on her with an appreciative quirk of his lips, but shook his head lightly. “It’s my own fault, he really tried to work with me. I just don’t sleep much.” And that’s where he’d leave it. Thankfully, she let him, and he found himself liking her more and more.

Not that it was hard.

Rem frowned upon hearing that she hated Art history, but laughed heartily upon hearing why she still chose to take it up. “I imagine an artist’s life is an interesting one, I can see where you’d be enticed. Keep this up,” he held up a few of the origami attempts, “and maybe they’ll be teaching about you before long.”

The man finished the last bite of the core, stowing the remaining stem on the lid of his cup until he could discard his mess. He’d glance around with her before leaning in conspiratorially, nodding his affirmation. “Knew it.” A finger would touch his nose, then point at her, and his blue eye winked in mock understanding, as if a secret had been shared. To the grave, he’d take it.

“Of course we can,” Rem responded instantly, “though... just give me some heads up. I’m not good at spontaneous, unfortunately.”
Remington Agnes 10/03/18 Rem listener, but her answer wasn’t what caught his attention, but rather the way she presented it. If he was being honest, managing a hotel sounded dreadfully monotonous, but to each their own, and he wasn’t one to judge someone’s passion. “Art history,” he repeated, mildly more intrigued, but alas, it’s his turn.

To mentally prepare himself for a conversation he hates having - because one thing leads to another, and things are always over shared - he exhaled his breath into the steam of his drink, buying some time. A ginger sip would follow, then a contented hum.

“I’m a chef,” he finally answered, “though I am currently... between jobs, as I got fired yesterday.” A shrug would indicate his feigned indifference, but again, his damned eyes always betrayed him. His father always referred to them as portals directly into his soul; in other words, he could never hide his true feelings.

Rem also didn’t feel sorry for himself, so after another apprehensive sip, he nodded toward James again. “I want to hear more about how you got yourself interested in Art history. Managing a hotel can’t be...” He cleared his throat playfully, “that bad.”
Remington Agnes 09/29/18 He nodded before taking her seventh fail, making a few simple adjustments - at least, to his eyes - and returning it, perfectly formed, if not a bit crinkled. “You’ve almost got it.” He beamed approvingly, then dashed inside.

It would take him next to no time to return, both drinks perched securely in one hand, an apple lodged between his teeth, and a banana. The banana and the coffee would be set in front of her as he fluidly sank into the chair and took a chunk from the body of the apple. Gesturing, he chewed and swallowed politely. “For when you get hungry. It’s good filler, in case you don’t have time to eat. Good for the muscles.”

Another bite was taken, chewed, and swallowed, and he mindfully removed the lid from his tea, steam rising ominously. “What do you do?” That’s a normal conversation, right?
Remington Agnes 09/28/18 Rem couldn’t help but to light up at her apparent excitement and in no time at all, he had gathered a healthy stack of napkins to practice with. With deft hands, he showed her how to fold, and even unfold, in the right places. “No, I know, it’ll make sense. Or maybe it won’t,” he would shrug, adding the afterthought with a laugh hitched to the end.

“Maybe we should’ve started with something simpler,” he observed after the fifth or sixth crumpled napkin was discarded into the fail pile. “This is pretty top-tier stuff.” Rem would always find laughter easily, and this was no exception; it all seemed unfairly normal, all things considered.

Sitting back in his chair, it was with a stretch that he remembered what they came for. “Coffee!” The exclamation was sudden, and the realization that he may intentionally have held her up for her day showed on his face. “Here, I’ll go in and order. What’s your poison? Are you hungry? You did mention going to a diner instead, have you eaten?”
Tiber Loche 09/27/18 Smooth.
Tiber Loche 09/27/18 What section would you have found me in?
Remington Agnes 09/23/18 Rem sat down at one of the outdoor tables to wait for James, only after a quick survey of the inside told him he had arrived first. His leg bounced up and down in his idle state, as it did when he hadn’t slept much the night before. To prevent himself falling into a premature slumber, his fingers began folding a napkin intricately.

‘Are you interested in this woman?’
‘Then why are you here?’
Because I told her I would be.

A tsk sounded in his head, and he laughed outwardly as the fish formed in the napkin. Origami had been a hobby of his in his childhood, and the small sea creature was fine in its design, complete with moving fins.

Upon her arrival, he would hold it out to her wth a funny grin. “Here, I made this, so Bait has a friend. I named him Hook.”
Remington Agnes 09/19/18 Rem nodded at the phone, but opted not to respond. “33rd and Nassau.” A moment of thought brought him to the best possible route, and only then would he set out on his way. The phone gave him pause again, demanding his attention with a singular ding! A frown followed his reading.

A diner?

After checking his watch, he shook his head; it wasn’t time to eat, yet.

Text: James
Coffee shop is good.
Remington Agnes 09/19/18 Text: James

The phone pocketed, he stood outside of the small apartment building. Eyes considered each direction as fingers idly drummed on the seem of his jeans.

‘You have no idea where you’re going.’

Defeated, he pulled the phone out again.

Text: James
Forgot to mention, I’m new in town. Point me in a direction?
Remington Agnes 09/19/18 He breathed a labored sigh, staring up the ceiling above him. Rem looked at the time on his phone, then sat up with a kick of his legs. Uncertain fingers typed out a multitude of messages, but all of them sounded... off. It was fine, she was pleasant. She laid it on a bit thick, but hey, everyone had their quirks, right? They could be friends. Aloof acquaintances, even.

At last, he would settle on something simple.

Text: James
Coffee, yeah?
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 :smiles warmly:
:soon as her back is turned:
:zips on outta there:
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 :accepts the paper:
:raises it in odd salute:
“Excellent. Again, James, truly a pleasure, I’ll see you in the a.m.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Wow, that’s a lot... I can tell this is something I’m going to need to prepare for, so, tomorrow morning? Are you a morning person? Because we can do night, too.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Convenient, for sure. Coffee it is. And, uh, Rem. Pleasure’s mine, of course. Did you need coffee now, or is this a future date?”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Oh, well sure! I guess I do owe you. Whenever, but I don’t drink, so... just so you know.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Oh, holy sh!t, I’m magic. Thanks for helping a guy discover his spiritual side.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “You strike me as someone who doesn’t have one.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Thought so.
The jig is up.
I can see right through you.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “That could be impressive.
My question is, do you just put the hoops in his path, and he just happens to swim through them?”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Aw, c’mon, don’t ruin the fun.
Jokes on you anyway, goldfish are laaame.
And so is your bullsh!tting.
...actually, your bullsh!tting was pretty on point.
It’s your follow-through that sucks.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “...I’m somehow simultaneously impressed and wickedly put off.
I know the gift is a lie at this point.
But that was a spooky revelation.
Ten out of ten, quit your day job.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Ah... well, you’re good at it, but... Can’t say I’m not disappointed.”
Remington Agnes 09/18/18 “Woah... are you a psychic? Or one of those people that can read auras?”
Anyssa 09/13/18 "Hello my name is Anyssa and on behalf of Valar Morghulis I would like to welcome you to the realm. If you should need anything please feel free to come to me."
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