Remy decided to roll his eyes in a playful way at Yindi’s protestations about the dance. “If’n a tree does grow out of yo’ ‘ead, den ya gonna be da one wit’ da best costume non?” Said with a teasing lilt flittering through each word he said. “Plus if’n y’don’ go, dat mean Remy don’ get to show off da dream girl … well go’ t’be askin’ ‘er yet.” Said with another laugh. Yes had to ask her, and that was going to be a big one. He may well have slept around with more people than most would imagine, of both sexed and many different ages, but that was due to ‘work’ asking someone to go to dance with you, that you kind of did believe had somehow escaped from a dream, well that was another matter completely.
In the end he couldn’t stop himself laughing, “me t’ink da lady she protests too much petite, yo’ goin’ dat da end of dat and Remy gonna make sure yo’ go’ yo’self the most beautiful dress we can be findin’ no matter ‘ow much it be costin’.” Pressing the tip of his index finger lightly against her lip so she would not argue with him about it, because they both knew she really wanted to go.
His laughter soon stopped when she plucked the little flower and winced, and after she had pressed her lips to the tip of the finger, well Remy himself was reaching out to pull her hand up and mumbled, “magic kiss t’make it feel better.” Charging up her finger only a tiny amount to make a soft tingling like feeling run through the tip as his lips sat there too, then he looked up and grinned as she offered him the flower bud.
Taking the fragile little bloom, he kept it on the palm of his hand, “gonna keep dis fo’eva.” He stated and he would, but he’d probably need to go find one of the art teachers to show him how to press it, so it would not wither and shrivel up. “An’ don’ be doin’ da pullin’ off again in fron’ of me …” said teasingly, “yo’ go’ me wonderin’ if every time a person picks a flower da plant it be wincin’ now.”