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[thiefprinceremy]

( OOM What Remy's been doing this morning, warnings for mostly-vague violence.)Remy slipped through the door, still carrying a bundle of ragamuffin girl, he relaxed, just a little, when he found the bar, closing the door behind him and opening it once more onto his farmhouse in France. He slipped through, closing it behind him again

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[poisonwine]

Unable to contain her curiosity, Belle wanders over, tiny white negligee and all. "Remy? Y' okay?"

[thiefprinceremy]

Any other time he would be suitably distracted by the dress, as it was he was just a little distracted, maybe.

"..." Verbal ellipses everybody! Lookit him go! Finally he shook his head, managing a wan, tight, smile and picking up the glass that the waitrat brought, "Non. No'really."

[poisonwine]

After that response, and a look at his face, she nodded and sat down, hailing a waitrat, to order a couple Pan-gallactic Gargle Blasters.

"Wanna talk about it now, or when y'r hammered?"

[thiefprinceremy]

He tilted his head, downing the burbon he'd been brought, sinking just a little lower in his seat, "More liquor firs'."

And possibly not even then, mostly he was still trying to wrap his own mind around it. All he knew was that it was his fault.