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

"Oh?" They say if you're going through hell to just keep on going, but not Remi. No, Remi has decided to stop and peruse the gift shop, apparently. Putting down his coffee cup (read: what's to come is vaguely premeditated), he steels himself before raising his eyes to Hallway's. "And why is that?" He wonders, one of his brows raising (too soon he'll realize that in the eyebrow-expression game, he's woefully mismatched here). "Because you said you hadn't really done this before, but you kissed me last night, and now here we are making the worst small talk imaginable while you're wearing my clothes instead of just taking your jacket and leaving." Though his eyes narrow, darkening slightly for the lack of light, it's only out of confusion rather than frustration. Or well, only sexual frustration.

"I don't want to...push you, if this is you figuring yourself out, but I'd just as soon not blue ball us both for the second time, so.." Taking a step closer, ignoring dead-brothers and families for the time being, Remi straightens. "..you can either put your coffee cup down and let me kiss you while we're both sober, or..." Well, he hadn't really thought up the or yet. Talking about where they wanted to be buried, maybe.

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