JOY

I don’t feel too good.

This deserves a Bravo TV show.

Oh, definitely. The words of Voldemort should never be repeat with such ease.

Vacation is nice and all, but nothing compares to my own bed.

Right? It’s like a bed fairy cast a spell on it.

Skylar smiled at her quirkiness, using salt to write something instead of just using a napkin. It all made sense, though, she was writing something that needed to be erased as quick as it was created. He tried to peek through her hair to see what it was. When Remi lifted her head for him to read it, he looked up at her to let her know he was done. It was all too surreal, her being a Reliant. Skylar felt closer to her because she was just like him, over consuming to feel better. It was why she had seemed different to him. 

Eyes widened at Skylar’s agreement to the conversation or Reliants, especially since it seemed as if he had an outward view on them. However, Remi didn’t make an attempt to further it since he had already asked a question and she had a sudden sense to actually spill the truth. There was an intricacy to Remi that no one knew, not even herself sometimes. After years and years of weaving the perfect mask to put upon her face, she would have to peel away different layers of what she’d created over time to show what was truly behind it all -- her. Starting somewhere would get her to that base, and if truth was the key, she’d use it over and over again.

It’s no problem. Really? Soon enough I’ll adopt another animal from there. And no you’re not I’m actually quite interested.

Oh, really? What are you keen on being informed on?

[watches her with a pleasant smile on his face] Oh, days off are nice. Did I tell you I’m working now? Sort of.

No, you didn’t! Tell me, what do you master in, professor?

A car accident! *laughs delightedly* Are you trying to say that it would take a car accident to erase your hideous impression of me?

Whoa, slow down there sailor you’ve got a lot of open water to cover! Hideous is far from the word... Wait, totally forgot -- the car accident thing. Let me play mind lost.

[waits for Meechum to leave] Tell me your bathroom breaks aren’t that heavily guarded. I think they’re overdoing it.

Ah, no. I still get to wipe my own ass, we’re good there.. [once he’s left] Tell me how you’ve been.

We were just going to get some lunch. What are you up to, love?

[makes odd faces at the girl as she answers] I'm strolling, actually. It's my day off.

Skylar could tell she was nervous, always keeping her hands busy. He knew that this would be big for her, it wasn’t easy talking about personal subjects. It was the same with him telling people he was a dealer. There was a vulnerability behind it. Like he was showing the person who he really was. On his way here, Skylar decided that if Remi opened up about what was wrong with her, he’d tell her everything. It took her a little bit to begin speaking, but he didn’t want to rush her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pressured into telling him. “That makes sense. Everywhere has chocolate, but they process it differently. I take it you’ve tried a lot of chocolate milk from different countries.” 

Hooking her hair behind her ear, Remi scrunched her nose. Looking at the brown lock on the opposite side, she had a sudden urge to cut it -- making a mental note to make an appointment to cut it off later. Or do something to it, she knew she'd regret cutting it later. Taking another elongated sip, the brunette nodded with her head bopping up and down before looking at Skylar. "Oh, definitely. In forty-nine. Waiting for the fiftieth coming soon." Hearing his answer, she went to answer, but was stopped by the waitress coming to take their order. "Just the usual, Terry, thank you," she smiled, though it didn't meet her eyes.

Daughter of a friend. Isn’t she an angel?

Angel is an understatement, huh, ya cute.