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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Remy stared at the shorter man a long moment, until the Doctor looked away, and then he was looking down at his sack and bending at the waist to tie it up, then haul it up. It didn't weigh much, maybe ten pounds, but the muscle in his arm strained a little to get it up onto his shoulder before relaxing again.

"Yeah? My mis'ake." The red-head returned just as easily, flashing him a more charming smile this time, and he swayed his body a little to the side, clearly getting right back into the groove he liked to keep himself settled in. "Was gon' brin' you uh blanke' an' uh pillow, but guess I didn' need to, non?" And it was a good thing he hadn't, or they probably would have ended up fighting again. And Remy didn't want that, though the Doctor seemed like he was itching for another one-- it was the tone of his voice, the way he was standing, as if braced for impact.

He must have been so confused when it didn't come.

However, when the Time Lord prompted Remy about being alright, the Cajun swayed his body to the other side again, like a cat curling its way around a room, and he was silent for a few seconds, weighing his options, before he smiled and lifted up a shoulder some, but didn't answer verbally. He didn't want to lie. Not right now.

"How you doin'?" The question was turned back around onto him and that red gaze lowered down to that sign. He looked curious for a few seconds but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Wha's 'dat?"