{ W h o } Rémy and Aimé { W h a t } Hugging it out { W h e n } Sunday night { W h e r e } Back at the tent { R a t i n g } PG { S t a t u s } Complete
Rémy was relieved to be able to go home after sleeping on the dirt floor of the taxidermy tent for a week; he was sore and lonely and greatly missed his brother, and was sick of looking into the glass eyes of horror creatures as he attempted to drift off to sleep. He took Aimé's gift of cream puffs to mean that he'd been forgiven, although it was just as likely just a ploy to keep him from dumping more stinking animal guts on his tent floor. Even if the latter was the case, however, Rémy had news that he hoped would make up for both his initial offenses and his rather gruesome acts of retaliation. He still felt bad about ruining their home, but both brothers had been guilty of taking things a bit too far from time to time.
Rémy was heading back from the boss' trailer to meet his brother when he was struck by the smell. It was unmistakable, really, and he would've been able to tell from that alone that he was getting close. His face scrunched up in a look of disgust, though that expression disappeared immediately when he finally spotted Aimé.
"Aimé! I missed you so!" he called out in French, then rushed to hug him. It was as though he hadn't seen him in years rather than just a week; he wasn't used to being apart for so long.
"I have news for you. Please don't hit me again until you hear me out."