@quartarcade dealt her hand ♣
Remy snapped his hand back quickly after setting the personal box of pizza down in front of the girl, “Aie petite! Bite de food, not me! Promise ya in dis case Italian taste betta den Cajun.”
He couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but something about his stowaway seemed familiar. It left an uneasy feeling in his gut; whenever such sentiment rose, it was usually in regard to one of his many past missteps. God did he pray this girl wasn’t related to any one of them, though were the heavens still listening to him after all he had done?
“Y’got a name? Ya skitter and twitch like un souris.”











