#try gays

go-to masterlist for the Try Guys AU!! it’s been filling up a good portion of my general masterlist so here we are :9

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Try Gays:

Base/Intro

Logicality 

Prinxiety

Reading Your Fanfics video

Prinxiety fic (read after the fanfic video post!!)

ASMR video

Buzzfeed Unsolved spinoff

RED squad:

Logicality adoption

Emile

Remy 

I’ve loved reading @coconut-cluster‘s Try Gays AU and all of the hc’s that she’s made up for it.  And basically the distinct image of shy sweet Emile backed up with sassy Remy and intimidating Dmitri was just too cute to pass up.  

zagene edit bcuz i love them 

If you follow me, you may know that I have an ongoing series called "The Try Gays" where I take Try Guys episodes and use some of my favourite dialogue from the episode and create a script of the episode. However, instead of it being the regular Try Guys, it's the Sides! (They're a lot of fun to make, and more will be on the way!)

And recently, they posted a video where one of the Try Guys (Keith) dogsat the other Try Guys' dogs. Which was a v cute video, and apparently sparked an idea for them to create a new series called "The Barkschler" where Keith looked at fam-submitted dogs, and picked the top 25 to put through a contest similar to the Bachelor or Bachelorette. It's absolutley adorable, and also got me thinking: I could totally see Roman or Logan doing this.

Now, I could definitley do this with any old dogs, just do a quick Google search and pick the best ones in a way similar to the Try Gays series. However, I think that it would be totally cool if a bunch of you guys sent in pictures of your pets (any pets!) and I had "Roman/Logan (or both!)" look through them and decide the best one. Maybe using a seperate blog, and it be an ask blog, or something like that!

words: 1888

pairings: prinxiety, married logicality (and their precious son emile who i am tempted to ALSO write a “drabble” for bc i love him but i digress)

warnings: kissing; if you want me to tag somethin else pleasepleaseplease lemme know!

also quick reminder: Pat and Lo’s last name is Picani in this, Emile doesn’t just have a different last name lol

“Roman, you’re in the wrong spot. Again.”

The set falls quiet as Logan’s sharp comment pierces the air from behind the camera - Roman, nudged gently to the left by Patton’s elbow, startles from the daze he’d been in and glances around the setup for their next video, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I thought I started by the desk,” he says after a moment. “For the second part? With the laptop-”

“We’re on the third part. We have been for ten minutes.”

Roman opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, all very much like a fish - a very confused and blushing fish. He catches sight of Patton’s concerned frown, and even worse, the unimpressed scowl on Virgil’s face across the set, where he leans against an old lamp in his spot, right next to where Roman is supposed to be for the third part of their video.

To say he’s a bit out of it all would be an understatement.

“This is a sponsored video, Roman,” Logan heaves a sigh, “and I’d appreciate it if you took it more seriously.”

“I’m-”

“Let’s take a break,” Patton cuts in suddenly, hands on his hips and smile bright; Roman shoots him a look, equal parts pleading and grateful. Logan starts to protest from behind the camera, but Patton starts again, “It’s been a few hours since breakfast, Lo, we need lunch anyway. Emile, do you want somethin’ to eat, kiddo?”

Emile peeks his head past the studio lights and nods, pink-dyed bangs flopping in front of his glasses. Logan sighs again.

“I suppose that works out.” He flips the lights off, and sunshine brightens the room again, leaving Roman’s pinched expression thankfully shadowed as Logan shifts past him to Patton, Emile trailing after him with that constant bounce in his step.

“Get something to eat, you two,” Patton tells Roman and Virgil, “and Ro, try to clear your head, okay? You’ll film better when you feel better.” He gives a wink and toothy smile, dutifully ignoring his husband’s raised eyebrow. Emile waves at them, and Roman gives what he hopes is an equally enthusiastic wave back as the trio leaves the office, voices mingling comfortably over what to eat, and then they’re gone.

Roman heaves a sigh, shoulders slumped. Guilt twinges in his stomach, but it’s mostly just frustration - it’s been days, literal days, in this… this slump. He keeps getting distracted, clumsy (clumsier than usual, that is), messing up the simplest stuff- and not even 24/7! Just when he’s at work, where he can’t afford to make mistakes without slowing production down! He flubbed the cooking video the other day, zoned out during most of a reaction video yesterday-

He’s out of it, and though he thinks he knows why, he’s just… frustrated.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

well, remy and dmitri hc’s, but they are apart of the The Squad so without further ado

REMY: 

Has a single mom and, according to him, “f*cktuple” siblings (which means 5)

They are, in order from oldest to youngest, Cassiopeia (Cassie), Orion, the twins Jericho and Apollo, and Nova 

(”My parents decided on the whole space theme after they had me, go figure.”)

Works at a local and very obscure coffee shop that only old people come into - he doesn’t mind, because it keeps up his mysterious reputation, gets him some free coffee, and apparently old people have a lot of gossip. 

A secret math and science whiz - he likes calculus and chemistry the best - and he’s never gotten less than an A in any math/science class (except his 9th grade biology class; he’s convinced the teacher hated him)

He flirts with everyone. Everyone. He’s milder with Emile, since Em doesn’t usually like being touched, so he sticks with cheek kisses and nicknames - he flirts even more than average with Dmitri, just because it makes Dee’s face go bright red and Remy thinks it’s hilarious.

His first meeting with the Picani’s (or the Pecans, as he so lovingly tagged them) is...interesting, since it’s on set for a video. 

(Em brought him by the office to grab the extra set of house keys from Patton, and Pat and Lo are in the middle of a Making Desserts Without Recipes video - needless to say, it’s a bit chaotic. Remy is intrigued but not very surprised to see them as Em’s parents.)

The first time he meets the other two Try Gays - that is, Roman and Virgil - he makes a comment about them being the stylish pair of the quartet, and they’re immediately endeared. 

Whenever Ro takes Em out to the mall - one of their common weekend activities - Emile asks to invite Remy, and it’s not long before Rem finds it a recurring hangout. Roman delights in Remy’s snarky commentary and sass. 

When Virgil attends one of their mall trips (totally coincidental, Roman assures the teenagers in his presence, and they pretend to not notice the blush on his face bc the boi is smitten), Virge clearly loves Remy’s dry wit, not to mention the leather jacket is absolutely Virgil Approved™ . 

(Remy finds himself somewhat adopted after that.)

((He’s not complaining.))

One time, someone asks Emile - very snottily, might he add, and though/because he knows it’s directed less at him and more at Remy, he’s very annoyed with both the question and its asker - during English if he thinks Remy is just friends with him for the Picani’s fame or money. 

He tells them to ask him again when their English essay is actually done.

(He doesn’t think Remy is friends with him for any other reason than to just be friends - Rem never asks for anything, money or not. He’s an awfully selfless boy for someone who seems so arrogant at first glance.)

(Which turns out to be a problem in sophomore year.)

Emile, Remy, and Dee - who completed the trio early eighth grade - are walking to Em’s house to work on a history project; Dee said neither of his parents would be home, and his dad got mad when he had people over alone, and Remy warned that his siblings would just be a distraction, so they decided on Emile’s house (Patton and Logan won’t be home from the office for another hour, which meant no cookies when the trio arrive, but it’s a minor issue).

Em is debating the themes of Avatar with Dmitri, who is skateboarding along the road right beside the sidewalk where Remy and Emile are strolling). They hardly notice that Remy is quiet - he wasn’t super into the show when he watched it, so they don’t make him participate in their theory discussions, and think nothing of his silence. 

But then he shuffles a step, pauses, takes a short breath before continuing his walk. Em stops and blinks at him, and though Dmitri rolls a bit further before realizing his friends are behind him, he scoots back to their side after another second of Remy’s quiet, shuffled steps. 

“Rem?” Emile says slowly - Remy glances at him, then goes back to hanging his head ever so slightly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Remy says. No sass, no nickname, nothing. “Just a little dizzy.”

“Is it too bright?” The sky is cloudy after a few rainstorms earlier in the week, but Emile isn’t super sure how much light triggers Rem’s headaches. “I think I still have my umbrella from a couple days ago-”

“I’m good, Em.”

Dmitri and Emile share a furrowed glance, but Remy keeps walking, so they follow and continue their conversation as normal. 

They get a block away from Em’s house when Remy falls to his knees.

He hears Emile’s sharp intake of breath, the thunk of Dmitri’s skateboard against the curb as he abandons it on the roadside, but Remy’s head hurts, and everything keeps swimming in front of his eyes, and his legs just keep...not working. He just wants to take a break and sleep for a few millenniums. Bursts of pain twist at his stomach - he tries to keep his breathing even, because he can play it off if he just stays calm and pretends he tripped or something, but everything is too much, and he can only stay kneeling on the sidewalk as rain starts up lightly around him again. 

“Remy?” Emile gasps, crouched beside him suddenly. “Rem, what’s wrong?” Remy forces an even breath and shakes his head, a small, miniscule gesture, and he’s never been so glad and so angry that Em understands him so well. “What do you feel?”

Stupid smart Emile. Remy tries not to answer, but then he feels a hand on his lower back, grounding him to the bare reality, and he knows it’s no use. “Dizzy,” he says quietly. “M’head hurts.”

“Where?” He taps his forehead and Em goes quiet. “When’s the last time you ate, Remy?”

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t-” Emile shoots Dmitri a sharp glance - Remy realizes the hand on his back isn’t Emile’s when it falters at the look. 

“What happened to your school lunch?” Em asks. 

Remy swallows and squeezes his eyes shut, fingers curling on the cement beneath them. “I gave it to Cassie.” She was hungry, and the school lunches barely have anything, so he’d given her his sandwich and tater tots without a second thought. 

(Ever since she’d started working at the cafe with him, she’d been so tired. He didn’t want to force her to take care of their other four siblings more than their mom expected her to as the oldest daughter - which was bullshit, and he’d told his mom so, but she just waved him off.)

((But his mom has classes in the evenings, so he made Cassie go to bed after dinner, when he’d ignored his plate to give the other kids more of the little they had on his and Cassie’s barista salary, just like he’d done the night before, and the night before that, and so on.))

“Em, grab my skateboard,” comes Dmitri’s voice a second later, heavy with determination. Emile scampers up and to the curb to grab the yellow and black board, right as Dee’s arm snakes around Remy’s waist and helps him stand - but then there’s another arm behind his knees, and then he’s being carried bridal-style, and he wasn’t aware Dmitri was this strong, and he’s really only complaining because he doesn’t need help thank you very much.

“I can walk, García,” he grumbles. 

Dee just blows a curl out of his eye and starts walking. “Didn’t ask, don’t care, Miego.” 

They get to Em’s house in a few minutes - a few painfully quiet minutes - and Emile’s through the door and in the kitchen before his friends can blink, rummaging through the fridge and cabinets with his tongue poking out of his mouth as he focuses on their contents. 

Dmitri sets Remy down on the couch and leans against the nearest wall, arms crossed and mouth in a tight frown. 

Remy, for once, says nothing. 

“Okay, we have PopTarts - strawberry and blueberry - uhhh, some cereal, sandwich stuff- I can microwave pizza rolls!” Em pauses. “We have healthy stuff, too, but I think you probably need something filling first.” He glances into the living room, sees Remy’s hunched figure on the sofa - the quiet of the house is almost tangible - and chews on the inside of his cheek. “...let’s start with toast.”

“Sorry for screwing up the project sesh,” Remy says with a small, forced laugh as Em enters the living room a few minutes later, toast in hand. 

“Eat your bread.” Dmitri mirrors Remy’s disgruntled scowl, but his shoulders are tense. Em sits contentedly beside Rem and tries a smile. 

“My dads’ll be home soon, if you guys wanna stay for dinner. It’s spaghetti night- Pops makes really good sauce from scratch!” 

And Remy can feel Dmitri’s eyes and Em’s hopeful, careful gaze on him, so he takes a deep breath and returns his best friend’s smile. “Sure thing, Emmie.” 

“You can take some home, if you want. They always make too much-”

The smile is gone; Emile cuts off as Remy angles away from his and Dmitri’s scrutinizing looks. “I don’t need handouts, Em,” he says, careful to keep the snap out of his voice - he knows Emile means well, but the pity under it all pokes at a nerve. 

“Then just take it to your siblings,” Em continues breezily. “Doesn’t Nova like pasta?” 

Stupid, stupid smart Emile.

“Yeah,” Remy admits, thinking of his seven-year-old sister’s bright eyes and wide smile. “But-”

“Dee, can you stay for dinner, too?” 

Dmitri starts, his eyes finally breaking away from Remy’s annoyed figure on the couch, and gives an apologetic frown. “Sorry, ‘Mil. Dad’s home tonight, I gotta have dinner with him and make something for my mom later.” Emile’s easy smile falters ever so slightly, but he nods.

“Well, we should probably work on that project,” he says slowly. Remy is glad the focus is off him now, even as he works painstakingly on downing the toast before him. 

They don’t mention the walk home again- not to his face, anyway.

But he doesn’t miss the way Patton and Logan make absurdly more spaghetti than they need when they get home, and casually give him the leftovers (there’s a small star doodled on the container - Nova is ecstatic when he sets it on the table that night).

He doesn’t miss how Emile ‘accidentally’ brings an extra lunch on most days. (”I just never remember when Dad packs one for me,” he sighs to Remy, shoving the paper bag dramatically toward his best friend.)

He doesn’t miss when Roman and Virgil invite him - and sometimes his siblings - out to the mall for “adventures” and unfailingly visit the food courts every time.

He doesn’t even miss Cassie’s offhanded remark about the lunch he’d “dropped off” for her, completed with a little signed post-it note. (”I’ve never had actual Latin-American cuisine,” she tells him when they walk home, that erudite lilt in her voice tinged with awe. “Did your friend teach you to cook like that?”)

And as much as he hates the subtle attention, the cracks in his shield of privacy and mystery and whatever else he pretends it is, he has to admit it’s nice to see Cassie bright again, to see his siblings’ plates full- it’s nice to feel better. 

And it’s nice to have people who want him to feel better.

aw thank you!!! and YES OF COURSE - ive been wanting to write something about them, but since their family isn’t really try gays-related other than the fact that Lo and Pat are try gays themselves, i was hesitant but this is perfect anon, thank you~

Logicality dads + Em:

The foster care system Em had been involved in wasn’t the worst, but California was a big state and his city even bigger, and individual attention was hard to obtain, especially since he’d acted as a caretaker for so many of the younger children there. 

So when he met Patton and Logan when he was twelve, learned more about them through his case worker and the questions he asked about them, he was so, so hopeful. So he said yes to the prospect of them adopting him. 

(The smiles on their faces only make his hope shine brighter.)

Emile takes time to fully trust them - with the number of foster families he’s had in the past that “just didn’t work out,” he’s hesitant, but Lo and Pat never get angry at him, never force him to spend time with them or make him uncomfortable

They’re patient, and they’re open, and no matter how far he puts himself at times, they’re still there, and that’s what he needs. 

After eight months of foster care with the Picani’s, Emile finds that he’s happy. He’s more than happy, actually - he’s ecstatic, comfortable, he’s content. 

And when they all go out for ice cream at Em’s favorite shop, and he sees his caseworker sitting at one of the booths with a stack of papers in her hands, he knows everything is better than he ever imagined. 

He calls Patton “Pops” and Logan “Dad”

Patton and Em share a love of cartoons - they stay up every Friday night watching old ones, and they never miss new episodes of their favorites. (they have theory folders)

When Em came home from school - he started a new middle, then high, school when he moved in with the Picani’s, since he mostly did online work in the foster system - gushing about his psychology class and how much he loves it, Logan’s whole face brightens. 

(Emile spends the entire evening with stars in his eyes as Lo explains the different types of psychology)

Em hears music drifting up the stairs to his room - which is a different pastel color on every wall and decked with TV show and movie posters - late at night sometimes. One time, he lets curiosity take hold, and he tiptoes into the hallway; Logan and Patton’s door is open, as it often is (”You can come get us whenever you need to, kiddo,” Patton had told him brightly when Em asked about it), but neither of them are in there. He shuffles to the stairs, crouching down on the top step to peek into the living room, where the music is coming from - there’s an old record player sitting on the coffee table (Emile can just make out the neat “L.P.” carved into its leather side), and next to the table are Patton and Logan, arms around each other as they sway in the dimmed lamp light. Emile watches them for a second, a smile on his face, and goes back to bed. 

Em is undoubtedly the sweetheart of the Try Gays’ videos. Anytime he pops on screen, even for just a second, the comments flood with hellos and coos over him

(He loves it.)

He is also the biggest Prinxiety shipper of the entire fanbase, just in front of Patton and Logan.

Patton, Logan, and Emile all have different glasses frames, and together they make the very exclusive Glasses Gang

(Roman designs them t-shirts. They wear the t-shirts.)

The first time Emile initiates a hug - he’s usually sensitive to touch, so Patton and Logan usually initiate after asking - Patton almost bursts into tears, and Logan hugs tighter than he does anyone else. 

For his thirteenth birthday - the first birthday he spends with Pat and Lo and just a month after they signed the adoption papers - they all get in the car, but Pat and Lo won’t tell him where they’re going....

They pull into the Build-a-Bear parking lot, and he nearly combusts on the spot. 

He wants to spend hours in there - the bright yellow walls are a bit of an eyestrain, sure, but just the store’s concept brings a smile to his face - though (after careful deliberation) he finally picks a light brown bear, and finds a Stitch costume to go with it, and he’s certain the day can’t get any better. 

(He’s so excited with the costume, in fact, that he thinks nothing of Patton and Logan’s whispers and huddled lurking by the stuffing machine while his bear is stuffed)

As they’re walking out to the car, Emile ranting bright-eyed to his dads (his dads! the phrase still seems otherworldly to him!) about the implied story of Lilo and Stitch, when he feels something weird on the bear, right where the heart is. 

He stops right by the car and stares at it, pokes it, and it starts talking - well, sort of. It’s one of the sound discs from the shop, but it’s not one of the prerecorded ones:

“Ohana means family,” comes Patton’s voice, bright and joyful, and then Logan’s low timbre, “And family means no one gets left behind.”

When he looks up, he sees both of them staring at him, a mix of hopeful and nervous. He blinks.

And immediately bursts into tears. 

He feels his dads at his side in a second - he wants to thank them, wants to tell them how much that line means to him, how much it means that they used it about him, but all he can do is cry because it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for him, so instead, he wraps his arms around both of them as best he can and keeps crying. 

And when they hug back, he knows they understand it perfectly.

Emile (AND THE SQUAD, GET READY I LOVE THEM): 

On his first day at his new school, he’s nervous that his dads’ fame will make people hate him.

Turns out, not much could actually make people hate Emile Picani. 

He’s a huge sweetheart? And super smart? And charismatic in a very adorable and quirky way? Anyone who had their doubts about his character are quickly convinced otherwise; he is the softest puffball at the school and they all know it.

Which is why his best friend tends to shock people.

Remy Miego is the school gossip and, surprisingly enough, a bit of a loner until Emile comes to school. He always has an obscure cafe coffee cup in his hand - rarely anyone knows he works there, and gets a free cup a day that he very often chooses to cash in - and aviator sunglasses on his face - even fewer people know he has photophobia (light sensitivity), and doesn’t wear them just to keep up an image. (”That’s what the leather jacket is for, babe,” he says to anyone who actually asks.) 

The minute Emile compliments the pan flag pin on his jacket before going on a tangent about some cartoon vampire Remy reminds him of, Remy makes a mental note to protect him until their dying days, and that’s that. 

(Remy is the one who shows Em the term aroace, too, just a few months before Emile starts to understand it himself.)

Em takes every psychology class at school that he can, and he’s far above his grade level in that particular field, along with English. He’s not the best at science and math, but Remy is (again, quite secretly) a whiz at them, and they tutor each other on the weekends at Emile’s house. 

(Patton and Logan are overjoyed to meet Remy for the first time - with his intrinsic sass and quick wit, he reminds them very, very much of the other two Try Gays.)

((Roman and Virgil basically adopt him after they meet him.))

(((He loves it.)))

The first (and the only) time Emile comes home crying, Logan is in the kitchen starting dinner, and Patton is out at the TG office - Em collapses on the couch, hiccuping on his tears. Lo is at his side in a second. 

He waits a second, taps Em’s shoulder lightly - a little signal they’d divised to ask for hugging permission - and Em nods, so Lo puts an arm around him and waits for Emile to start, if he wants to. 

“Remy got in trouble because of me,” he says finally, sniffling. Logan frowns. 

“How’s that, Em?”

“He- we- we were at my locker, and th-this kid in my grade- Dmitri- he came up and he was calling me and you guys names- and I didn’t know what to say so I just didn’t! I just- and then-” 

“Take a breath, Em,” Logan says lowly, and Emile pauses to do it before continuing, though tears still stream down his face.

“He kept making comments, Dad, and I wanted to leave, and we started to, but then he called me a- he called me a name, and then Remy turned around and pushed past me and he punched Dmitri-” The anger seething in Logan’s eyes flickers down for a second to make room for a bit of satisfaction, but that’s not what Emile needs. “And a teacher passed by and saw him and they both got detention and now Remy’s in trouble just because I couldn’t speak up-”

“Emile, this is not your fault.” Em’s crying falters as he meets Logan’s eyes, brow furrowed. “Did you tell the teacher what happened?” 

“I tried, but she made me leave after Remy and Dmitri got sent to detention.”

Logan sighs, chewing on his bottom lip, and squeezes Em’s shoulder. “Would you like me to call the school and explain the situation?”

Emile leans his head onto Logan’s chest, curling into the hug. “Please?” Logan wraps both arms around his son and hopes it’s as good as Patton’s embraces - his husband is far more equipped for this situation, but Logan will be damned if he doesn’t try to help Em through it. 

So after a few more quiet minutes, Logan gently pulls away and goes back to the kitchen, pulling out his phone and dialing the school’s number.

It takes about twenty minutes for Logan to get through the call without yelling at the stuborn teacher behind it - he’s usually the rational one, the cool and collected one, but Remy is practically a second son to him, and he’s not letting the situation stay the way it is (though the teacher on call seems very against that notion). But get through it he does, and the second it’s over, he calls Patton and fills him in before heading back out to Emile, and they sit together until Patton busts through the door. 

“Emile!!!” he heaves, clearly out of breath, and Em rushes to hug him. “Are you okay, honey? Nothing hurt?”

“I’m okay,” Em mutters into his shirt. “Just upset about Remy.”

And, if on cue, the door swings open again. 

“I am back! Dmitri may have inconvenienced me, but if that slu-” 

“Rem!!!” Emile grins - Remy snaps his mouth shut when he sees Logan and Patton blinking at him from over Em’s shoulders, gives a bright smile, and pushes the door shut with his hip before handing Em a bright pink drink. 

“Mon Emile, bubblegum bombshell, my greatest platonic love,” he greets, planting a kiss on Em’s cheek, “a raspberry-vanilla frappe for you.”

“I’ve talked to the school, Remy.” Remy’s eyebrows raise behind his sunglasses at Logan. “Your detention won’t count against you.”

Remy cracks a tiny smile. “Thanks, Papa Pecan.” Logan blinks at the name, even more so when Patton snickers, but nods in acknowledgement. 

They make no more mention of the incident that night - they invite Remy to stay for dinner (he only leaves when he insists his mom needs help with his “f*cktuple” siblings, to which Logan sighs and nods again and Patton offers him a ride, which he declines), and though Em is still a bit shaken up, he feels better, and that’s enough for the night.

The situation doesn’t come back up until a week later. 

There’s a figure waiting at Emile’s locker when he and Remy turn the corner - Remy is immediately in front of Em, his face darkened. 

“What do you want, Dmitri?” he snaps - Emile peeks over his shoulder (Remy is a bit taller than him, so it takes some leaning) and sees Dmitri, with his beanie and yellow flannel and wide, mismatch eyes (and a fading bruise on his cheekbone), leaning against Emile’s locker. 

“I, uh- I wanted to talk to Emile.” Remy starts to say something, but Dmitri cuts him off and says quietly, almost inaudibly, “I wanted to apologize.” 

“Sure-” 

“Rem,” Emile urges, “let him talk.” Remy frowns, but he pulls back, lets Em step forward to his side, though his aviator-shaded glare stays trained on Dmitri. 

Dmitri clears his throat and looks around the hall, as if checking for an audience. “What I said last week, when I... I’m sorry, yeah? I didn’t- you didn’t actually do anything wrong, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you-”

“Taken what out?”

He stops. “...bad grade. In my favorite class,” he says smoothly, though he doesn’t meet Emile’s eyes. “The point is, I was an asshole, and I’m... really sorry.” He finally glances up, sees Emile’s bright smile, and then Remy’s dubious raised eyebrow - Dmitri’s face gets a light dusting of pink as he blinks at the leather-clad boy, and the trio stands in silence for a second. 

“That was a good punch,” he says finally, quietly, giving Remy a set nod. 

Remy’s mouth quirks into a small smirk. “Thank you.”

“Have you ever seen Avatar?” Emile gasps suddenly - Dmitri jumps in his spot. “The Last Airbender? Have you watched it?” Dmitri frowns and looks to Remy, who shrugs, and turns back to Emile with a brief nod. “Oh my goodness, fantastic- you should come over to my house! Remy hasn’t seen the show yet, it’ll be so much easier to get through it if I have someone else to help explain it! Are you free tomorrow after school?” 

“Uh...” Dmitri blinks between the pair in front of him - he hadn’t really expected the apology to go this well. He’s usually a loner, even more than Remy- but at least some people like Remy. So to have a... whatever Emile is, inviting him over to his house, it's... unexpected. “Yeah?”

“Perfect! We have English together, right?” Dmitri nods again. “Cool! I’ll see you then, Dee!” 

(The three of them become a bit of a trio - “a bit” meaning they’re Emile’s best friends and Dee and Remy would literally kill a man to protect him - and it’s quite a sight to see)