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

"Well I didn't prefer it." Remi says pointedly, smiling down at the scale he's using to measure out the appropriate number of beans. "What is kiss-chase?" He wants to know, before the rug is pulled entirely out from beneath him. "You..." Honestly, the musician doesn't know what to make of that, and the way his face goes blank save for the splotches of colour on his cheeks suggests as much. "Oh." He hums softly, turning back to the scale so that he can move the beans into the grinder. "Oh..so the other night, that was..." Remi raises his brow, thoroughly unsure how he feels about being someone's first time.

"And yet you didn't even let me finish." Yeah, he's absolutely still hung up on that. 'Wait so...that night, you didn't even know who I was?" Having been a stylist for an appropriate haircut and being put on a skin-care and gym regime has affirmed that Remi is at least attractive. But Straight-Man attractive? Without the musician bit tagged on?

'Uhh, well, right now I am just measuring it out. Good beans are only half of what it takes to make a great cup of coffee." Remi informs the Not-Not-Gay Hallway. "The other half is getting the right ratio of everything." All of this is said staring intently at the grinder as it whirs away, needing a break from Hallway's sharp blue stare and the effortless mess of his hair.

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