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sms * | remy & kat.

kat: when do you wanna meet up?

remy: whenever! i'm free all day, so

#r e m y * | feat. kat #r e m y * | convo.

sms * | remy & open.

jae: uh

jae: you had me at pizza

jae: got any new art to show off?

remy: perfect

remy: nothing super interesting, but yes !! i do

#r e m y * | feat. jae.

sms * | remy & stella.

stella: well we all have our vices

stella: so are those garlic knots for sharing or what

remy: that's true

remy: yes!! that was the whole point!! sorry it i wasn't clear enough but i was, in fact, offering to share

#r e m y * | feat. stella.#r e m y * | convo.

sms * | remy & open.

juniper: i've done that with tacos before!!!

juniper: my bank account didn't like that at all ;(

juniper: i would love to eat some pizza though

remy: i couldn't help it i felt so bad

remy: thankfully i have some extra money

remy: come over!! i have so much

#r e m y * | feat. juniper.#r e m y * | convo.

spcncerw:

There were few people in the world who could really, truly understand Spencer’s family situation regarding his father, half-sister, and the fourteen years of anger, betrayal, and emotional insecurity. He hadn’t even told Sasha the whole truth about his move from New York to Sundance. It was a difficult topic. But Remy? Remy got it. He’s felt the same things, experienced the same big moves. He’d become like a little brother to Spencer over time and he was one of the few people Spencer felt he could completely be himself around, sad backstory and all.

It wasn’t unusual for him to pop up at Remy’s place, a mocha for him in hand on one of his few days off. He knocked softly on his door, peering around mindlessly and rolling from the balls of his feet to his heels and back. It was a nice day. Better spent with a friend, of course. @molincs

remy, as a whole, was a relatively open person. mainly because you could read him like a book; every emotion laid right on his sleeve. however, his families background was something he didn’t talk about a lot ; but with spencer, it was easy. he was easy to open up to in general, and then they realized what they had it common, and it made it that much easier. they both technically had siblings, but spencer felt more like a sibling to him then his actual younger sibling, considering distance, age, and well -- circumstances.

therefore, it wasn’t unusual for the pair to spend time together. often unplanned, but remy never minded. remy had just finished painting when he hears a knock, paint still on his hands that he promptly wipes on his overalls, that were already paint-covered, so he could open the door. “hey ! “ he greets, excited to see the other. he doesn’t want to assume the drink is for him, but knowing spencer, it was. “what brings you to my humble abode today ? “ he smiles at his friend, stepping aside for him to come in. “it’s a little messy because i was just painting. sorry.”

#r e m y * | feat. spencer.#r e m y * | convo.

mav-northcott:

“I’m always nice.” He kicked the door shut behind him. And it had been a minute since he’d crashed at Remy’s place but Mav could walk it with his eyes closed, cutting a right corner to make his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Rem.” He propped his chin on Remy’s shoulder, chest pressed to his friend’s back, skin slightly sticky from the outside heat. “What you making me?”

“that is... not always very true. but you are always nice to me, so i guess you’re right.” remy shrugs softly, looking over his shoulder and smiling when mav enters the room. “hey, mav.” he leans into the other slightly, though he kept his focus on the food. “chicken alfredo. it’s easy enough given i can actually make the sauce taste good. is that okay ? i just kinda... picked something and hoped. i just started on the chicken so i can make something different if you want.”

#r e m y * | feat. maverick.#r e m y * | convo.

astrosnights:

astro loved his days off. he only got two of them if he was lucky. sometimes one and sometimes half a day to himself before getting called into work. he had his phone turned off though, determined to not get suckered into going to work to fix an crisis that could have been easily fixed without him. his morning was filled with errands, washing his clothes, getting groceries and now a trip to the cafe to enjoy some coffee. he was sitting alone– just how he liked it. until he saw remy approaching. he had a soft spot for the kid. “hi, rem.” he says, giving the boy a smile. “you can sit here. you know you don’t have to ask me that.”

to his relief, astro agrees and he quickly settles in the seat, getting everything squared away without getting into astros space. “thank you so much.” he notes softly, taking a sip of his coffee. “i just didn’t want to intrude, you know ? sometimes people just wanna sit alone. but i really needed somewhere to sit ‘cause i have to edit these pictures i took before they go on my website and -- “ he FINALLY takes a breath, opening his laptop on the table. “anyway. thanks for letting me sit here. how’s your day so far ? “

#r e m y * | feat. astro.#r e m y * | convo.

kathrynvtkins:

his voice shook. for a moment, there was a slight strain of guilt across her face. christ, was everyone like this in town? it as all too much sugar & flowers. she curled her fingers around the paper bag and glanced inside of it. taking a moment for herself, kat looked up at him as he stammered his way through a coherent sentence. he was too young to be a hook up. she thought back, knowing that she hadn’t drank anything that week either. “right.” kat said, focusing back on him. “why?”

remy found himself in situations like this MORE than he really enjoyed, but he tried to control his running thoughts. why ? in his head, the immediate answer is a long-winded response about being nice and how he felt bad for a minor encounter she hardly remember, but instead, he takes LONGER than needed to respond, and settles on something lighter. “they, uh -- had a deal. and i forgot my cousin doesn’t like these, so. i thought you might want it.” simple enough, right ? “it’s totally fine if you don’t want it, or like it or anything. i just figured i’d offer instead of letting it go to waste.”

#r e m y * | feat. kat #r e m y * | convo.

minhochocho:

minho groaned at the mention of the clicker. how could he have forgotten such a crucial part to the plan? “you’re right, i do need a clicker. they’re not gonna learn how to do things without one.” he’d seen all sorts of animal trainers use clickers to reinforce good behavior. his squirrels would just go wild without one. ‘oh shit, really? hold on.” he stood up, squaring his shoulders and yelling as he stepped towards the squirrels menacingly, scaring off the group immediately. “there, the threat is gone.”

“and then if they try to control the world, at least you’ll still have your clicker ! i saw the trailer for the new jurassic world movie and it showed him training the raptors when they were little babies with the clicker, so.” he notes, somehow deeply INVOLVED in the conversation. “you didn’t have to make them leave, i’m trying to get a handle on my silly fears, anyway. like squirrels and -- sheep. caterpillars. it’s a long list.”

#r e m y * | feat. minho.#r e m y * | convo.

sms * | remy & kat.

kat: he likes it 100000000x more than me

kat: i didn't even ask. what toppings?

remy: oh perfect

remy: oh! i've got cheese and pepperoni

#r e m y * | feat. kat #r e m y * | convo.

fcxisms:

CLOSED STARTER / @molincs ✧ * ☾

it was during the night that fox truly realised how lonely he was becoming — as if the darkness of the evening drew out all the bad thoughts from the corners of his mind. it was his fault – he knew it was. it was his fault for pushing everyone away, even his closest friends … but he was fine for the most part, he thrived in his own company and with his own thoughts — but in that minute he just wanted somebody. even if they sat in silence. he began scrolling through the contacts of his phone, dismissing most of the names until he fell upon ‘ REMY 🙄 ‘. the guy was his complete opposite – like a fucking ray of sunshine. it drove him insane ( at least that’s what he TOLD himself ). his finger lingered over the name for a moment before he decided to type out a message, “wanna go for a walk?” he ended up sending, cursing under his breath at how flustered he felt. if fox was ever to make contact with remy first it was usually under circumstances like this, a random text after a period of time of not speaking — the only thing reliable about fox was how unreliable he was.

there were nights where remy felt like he couldn’t get a handle on his muse. quiet nights, usually ones where ria was gonna somewhere and he was alone with his thoughts. he could stare at a blank canvas for hours and nothing would come to him. usually, he’d try to recreate a photograph of his, but he just didn’t feel up to him. instead, he decides to lay own, reading a book on his phone when a text message sounds through with a soft buzz and pop up notification. it had been a few days, maybe a week or so at this point, since the name came up on his phone. another odd case of friendship, but it had moments like this filtered through, where fox would text him randomly. remy didn’t mind the spottiness, as he was usually happy to text first, but it had been a decent amount of time since they spoke. “hey, of course.” he responds back, the usual coating of explanations vacant in his text messages. “do you want me to come meet you at your place or do you want to meet somewhere in the neighborhood ? “

#agdgladhgDLGJADG #fuc k #r e m y * | feat. fox.#r e m y * | convo.

sms * | remy & kat.

kat: whatever that works i guess

remy: okay thanks !! there should be plenty for you and your kid ... given they eat pizza but if its not all for you so

#rem y is ... obnoxious #i love him #r e m y * | feat. kat #r e m y * | convo.

sms * | remy & kat.

kat: work

kat: dude, i'm not getting home until 11

remy: oh okay gotcha

remy: okay hear me out

remy: im gonna keep it in the fridge and i can bring it to you tomorrow?

remy: don't leave me with all this pizza

#r e m y * | feat. kat #r e m y * | convo.

kathrynvtkins:

Coffee was enough to drive anyone to a better mood. Her fingers lingered on her phone. There was a number saved she didn’t consider using until now. It pricked in a small part of her skull, burrowing its way throughout. Usually her cravings weren’t this strong, at least, not without reason. With work running without a snag, a cheap sitter situation, and a peaceful social life - there was no factor to blame. It was all her. Pressing a hand against her nose, she tried to take a deep breath in. She didn’t expect anyone to bother her. It grated on the edge of her nerves as a semi-familiar face appeared in her view. He offered a pastry as an apology. Her gaze went from the bag and back to the boy.

“Are you trying to get me to sign something?” Kat asked dryly, not understanding why he approached her. Ah, a fond aspect of drug use. She couldn’t remember a name or face to save the life of her. At least, not someone so briefly met.

what remy HADN’T considered was that she wouldn’t even remember. it was common, really. remy’s memory was intense, vivid. but others ? didn’t remember small things like an incident on the sidewalk. maybe it was a good thing. the last time he saw her, their meeting was NOT pleasant, but maybe he could try again. “ sign something ? “ he asked curiously. “ no, i -- no. i’m not trying to get you to sign anything. i didn’t know you were... anyway.” he’s getting nervous again, a TERRIBLE aspect of his personality. he couldn’t really help it.

he sets the pasty down on her table, dead set on the peace offering even if they DIDN’T remember. “we met briefly a little while ago and i recognized you so i brought you a pastry.” he explains again -- the CONDENSED version, thankfully. “i’m remy.” he decides to STOP talking, mostly because talking means digging himself a bigger hole, and he was trying to avoid that.

#r e m y * | feat. kat #r e m y * | convo.

royalwithnocrown:

His smile grew and he laughed. God this kid was too sweet. “I do bud but I think neighborhood kids and animal control can deal with it. Not a detective agency. I love dogs no worries.” He poured himself another drink. “Dad liked to sing. He played the piano too.” He only thought it was fair to share a little too. “I agree. But thanks. If were down there around the same time buzz me. I’ll buy us dinner one night,”

“ what if they get sent to the POUND ? “ remy was more distraught over the idea than he really needed to be, but he couldn’t help it. he was sure that jack was right, but he couldn’t help but worry. the other sharing about his family helped EASE the feeling in remy’s chest, one he got when he thought about his mom. “ do you sing and play piano ? “ he asked curiously. “i’ll let you know. some of my best paintings and photographs come from when i’m there, so i’ll let you know when i go.”