@hellsouled || x
They looked worse than they were, that was for sure--- but Remy was also the kind of man who would still make jokes while he was on the verge of death. But, none the less, he had felt worse. This was nothing. He just needed... To get his head back together and he would be fine.
He takes the offer she extends of her hand, running a hand through his hair for a moment--- it he was a target, it wouldn’t surprise him. He had that kind of luck, didn’t he? How awful. “Sleep’ll come later-- got lotta things t’look into later, anyhow.” He was more of a night owl anyways, there was lots of time to burn still. But...
“Well--- I s’pose I can’t turn turn down an offer fo’ coffee from a pretty late.” He was about to flash her a smile, but he hissed suddenly, clutching his side for a moment. Nope. Sore. Easy there, LeBeau. “Mm, maybe. If I was, it ain’t no big deal. I deserved it.” All the money he had right now wasn’t even his own, anyway...
