#theyoungpa

a bright smile stretches across her face as she beams up at acel  ( and, yes, she’s blushing a little --- but that’s typical ). she reaches forward a little and plays with the tie around their neck, flicking the tip of the fabric at their nose, scrunching her own nose up.  ‘ as if i’m ever that obvious, ’  she tries to play cool, though she knows they see past it --- if there’s ever anything about remy that anyone can pick up instantly, it’s that she’s obvious.  ‘ you’re cool, though. ’

“A pack of pens is rather shit at foreplay.”

she drops her feet from where they’re propped up on the velvet covered seat in the row in front of hers to let them past to sit down. to be honest, she hadn’t actually been paying attention to the rehearsal michel asked her to attend. she was supposed to be taking notes on production flaws and such, but after the first song, she tuned everything else out and started to doodle on her notepad instead. looking up at the situation on stage, she’s just as confused as acel.  ‘ uummmm, they’re rehearsing ? ’