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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Hm? Offer us somet'in'? Non. Wish 'dey had." He flashed her a grin and moved to sit back down on his bucket, stretching out long, wet legs in front of him, the jean material gripping close onto his muscles. The body of an acrobat, the wet clothes did everything for his figure, and that t-shirt he'd been wearing beneath the coat was clinging to every single curve of his abdomen-- there was more than one wash board around here, Tonksy! Remus might not be of age, but Remy sure was.

"Oui, me' wit' one of 'dem. Plan t' mee' wit' him 'gain, 'fore he retire for 'de nigh'. Jus' 'fore seven." And his watch (matte gunmetal gray, settled loosely on his wrist but impossible to get off, with a flat black face plate and tinted glass set over it) told him he still had over an hour to get there.