Illy and Remy
Now that accent was downright exotic, and it fit the person speaking it to a T. She was like a Russian doll, and if she was the nesting variety, at least one of those layers was made up of danger and confidence.
"Gal after my own heart," he said with a wide smile, even if his heart was already given away. Oh, unrequited love! Stories like that never ended well, but they were fun for as long as they lasted. "Dat's me. Side steppin's included."
He stayed put, still leaning like he was holding up the wall or vice versa. Wherever he stopped, that's where he was meant to be. That included his infrequent stops in Genosha. Still, he never got a sneak peek at any of Sinister's so called "projects." Projects manipulating lives, that only some were lucky enough to escape from. Others weren't so lucky...
That thought almost dimmed his smile. Almost. That smile somehow stayed in place, all carefree and breezy. Let the good times roll.
"Don't know who it was dat graduated. Good for them, though." He leaned in and said with a coy wink and a conspiratorial whisper, "I think de whole graduating thing's kinda overrated. But any excuse for a party, non?"