whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

Freshly out of the shower, the music that streams through Remi's apartment is interrupted by a beep that probably signals he's broken his Duolingo streak with some snark from the fucking owl about it. The telltale purple eggplant emoji that follows a name he can't quite read as he glances at the screen makes his stomach flop, and it's with a deep breath that he opens the message, preparing for the worst.

Exhaling a stream of relief as he reads the words (and then re-reads them again, is they might change), Remi bites chews distractedly on the lid of a yoghurt container as he tries to think of a cool way to respond.

Maybe if you had stayed I could have helped you out a little more; No, too strong.
That's not all you left at my place, 🍆 No, too gross.
A picture of Amadeus wearing it? A picture of him wearing it, and nothing else?

"I'm so bad at this." Remi mumbles to himself.

Sending the, do they though? gif in response to the bruises comment, Remi writes, Anything to help out an old friend. I'll have to look around for it. There's so much space here I'll have to have one of the maids help. Stand by.

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