Remy LeBeau

AM: Thanks for trying, though

AM: I wish I felt the same way you do.

Jean-Phillipe knows it’s not as simple for everyone else, that they can’t all simply drop their lives and avoid situations like this. There’s some kind of advantage to having no fixed identity in society, but it doesn’t work like that for everyone. “Because those opinions are important, of course.” He snorts, shaking his head. “Remy, those people don’t matter. They think it’s best because their lives won’t change, why would that matter?” He smiles at the idea of running away to avoid this ridiculous registration. It’s not the worst idea, as far as Jean-Phillipe’s concerned. “Anywhere you’d like. Except Paris.” He says as he reaches for Remy, pulling him closer. “Of course I’m worried about this face, especially with the way you keep frowning.”

Jean-Phillipe knows they’re here for a job and he’s slightly off-job right now, but they have some time before he really needs to refocus. Which is fortunate considering he’s not fond of the idea of watching someone flirt with his boyfriend. At least the woman finally takes the hint, and Jean-Phillipe doesn’t spare her a second glance as she wanders off to waste someone else’s time. “Apparently she was struck by your charm. We really need to do something about that.” He says with a chuckle as he picks one of the cards from Remy’s hands. “What exactly was going on?”

“Flights from Asia come into LAX,” he said. “The money is stored there for 24 hours before it gets overnighted to the Fed, so we’d have a very small window in which to do this.” He pointed at another paper on the corkboard that took up half his wall. “I just need to crack this algorithm. You know anyone who could help with that?” He shook his head. “Actually, I’m the one who could help with that.” He turned back to it. “I just don’t know where to start.”

REMY WAS LIKING THE SOUND of that, the grin only growing on his face. “Now dat is a trip we can easily make, Los Angeles isn’t dat far away.” He hums softly as he rubs his fingers against his chin thinking about it. “Twenty-four hours isn’t a problem, we can do dat. If anyone can do dis you can, is there anything I can do to help?” He offers since maybe that was a good place to start.

Jean-Phillipe can’t help but chuckle softly at Remy’s words. “That’s better.” He says with an amused tone of voice, though he knows this is serious. Remy has a life to lead, he doesn’t exactly operate in the shadows or the background the way Jean-Phillipe does. “It’s just a ridiculous announcement, nothing is in place. And if it does come to that - remember I have a flying nervous system. What’s stopping us from simply flying away from it all?” His smile fades a little at the mention of Bart. Considering the speedster’s history with the police, this new isn’t going to be easy for him. “I’ll check on him soon. I don’t think this news will be easy for him. Right now I’m more concerned about the number of wrinkles you’re going to develop if you keep frowning like that.”

Jean-Phillipe does his best to try and live above or away from the law, but he knows this will effect Remy so it’s not as simple as that. A frown spreads across his features as Remy tells him of the news, the registry - something he can easily avoid, but it may not be so for Remy. “You don’t have to do anything, Remy. They can’t force you to give them that information.” He answers sternly, crossing the room to his boyfriend and reaching to take the phone out of his hand. “Remy.” He says quietly, setting the phone down and taking his hands instead. “You don’t need to worry about the police, if you don’t want to. There are ways around it. How do you think I’ve lived my life as freely as I have?”

AM: Of course I regret it

AM: I wish I could take it all back

RLB: Then I don't think you're an awful person.

AM: No.

AM: But I didn't stop it.

The way the woman reacts to his presence only confirms his suspicions - of course, Remy would be using his charming abilities for this mission, but that doesn’t mean Jean-Phillipe has to like seeing it. He would much prefer for both of them to find another way to their target, even if that would be more difficult, than watching Remy flirt with some ridiculous woman. “You are too kind, mon cher.” He says, flashing a smirk over to the woman despite her clearly disgusted expression at his interruption. Still, he watches on in amusement while Remy completes her trick, half-amused and half-irritated at her fluttering, overdramatic response. “I think you’re very talented. Talents which are wasted on certain present company.” He says, making it extremely clear of what he thinks of the woman and the way she’s fawning over his boyfriend.

AM: That's not true now

AM: You saw what I did. The mayor...

The heist seems to have been going well for the most part. Of course it made sense for Remy to attract attention, it was something he was particularly good at. Jean-Phillipe, meanwhile, was better at staying out of people’s line of site, his misdirection particularly useful if anyone happens to get too close. He’s making his way towards back offices so he can find the safe and take the contents within when he hears a particularly enthusiastic giggle across the room. He turns to see Remy going through one of his card tricks with some woman, and before he can stop himself he’s crossing the room to the pair of them, a stubborn expression on his face. “Looks like an interesting trick, do you mind if I join in?”

AM: Then I did a horrible thing

AM: I just don't want you to remember my by it