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He never took off his gloves.
Remus didn't particularly care, as Janus was a strange man, much like himself.
Strange men have strange tendencies, and this tiny incy wincy little fact about Janus should be of no interest to him, really, since there were soooo many other juicier things to be wondering about.
And yet.
Remus had his legs sprawled over Janus's lap as he watched tv, hanging almost upside down on the sofa. Janus flipped through some book or other-- Remus couldn't really get himself to care enough to find out the title. Yellow gloved fingers carefully picked up the corner of another page, and turned it over ever-so-thoughtfully.
Remus growled, which is the only warning Janus got before Remus sprung at him.
Janus inhaled, jerking back, mostly trying to keep his book away from the Duke so none of the pages get wrinkled or folded, but Remus wasn't after the book. The Duke grabbed his hands, the book falling onto the couch's cushions--
"Remus, what the heck--"
"Why do you wear ----- *gloves?* Even in the ----- summer! It's so -----, do you think you're ----- Elsa??" Remus's vocabulary was colorfully spotted with its fair share of curse words and creative word usages.
"Why does it matter to you?" Janus yanks his hands away from Remus. "Keep your ----- nose out of everyone's ----- business--"
Janus's vocabulary, unsurprisingly, was similarly colorful, though he honestly shouldn't be at all surprised Remus's mind seemed to have taken up personal offense to his gloves. Remus's mind often took personal offense to a lot of inexplicable things, often seemingly out of nowhere.
"Just-- let -- me-- take. Them. Off!" Remus fought to tug at Janus's gloves, but Janus shoved him off the couch, Remus dragging him after him, and then they're fighting on the living room floor like schoolchildren.
Janus kicked at him, "This is so undignified--"
"HAH--" Remus *bit* Janus's hand, and Janus winced.
"Ow!"
That's how Virgil found them, as he opened his bedroom door. He looked at the two, and then neatly stepped around them to go to the kitchen and rustle around for some snacks.
"Virgil! Get him! Off--" Janus asked, as Remus cackled.
"Deedee, just let me *see*--"
"I *said* no--"
Virgil's eyes flicked to them, before he got out some cocopuff cereal to pour into a bowl. "Remus, stop it."
"Stuff it, stormy," Remus giggles, as Janus punches him in the jaw. Curse the Duke for being so much stronger than most of the sides. It was both the creative twins, it was honestly a little unfair.
"Fine! Fine!" Janus snaps. "You really want the gloves to come off, you knucklehead?"
"Yes!" Remus crows, grip on Janus's midsection loosening.
"Get off of me first!"
"Haha, no go, snake man, take the gloves off now before I pry them off!"
It happened suddenly, then-- Virgil walked over, and in one smooth motion, tugged Remus's collar and easily yanked him off of Janus, as Janus relaxed in relief and Remus kicked his legs like a rollypolly flipped onto its back.
"Hey! NO! I want to know!" Remus whined, swatting at Virgil and trying to get at Janus again.
Janus shoved some of his stray hair back, looking around for his hat, which had gotten knocked off in the tussle.
At this point, Remus was just whining, as Virgil narrowed his eyes at both of them, clearly trying not to laugh.
"He said no, Remus," Virgil attempted to impress on him. "No means *no*."
"What's he even hiding!" Remus snapped. "Scales? Scars? Secret magical ice powers? I can handle it! *I want to know!* I WANT TO--"
Janus gets up off the floor, picking up his hat, and plopping it back on his head with a glare Remus's way. "Then you ask. *Politely*."
Remus stopped fighting Virgil's grip, eyes wide, gaze pinned on Janus unblinking. "Really? Reeeally?" He grins. "Then, then, pleaaaaaase, pretty PRETTY PRETTY please with all the cheery bombs in the world on top, can I pleaaaase see what's under those gloves?"
Janus's brow twitched, but he still went to pull his glove off, one finger at a time.
Remus watched with wide eyes, and even Virgil looked over.
Janus pulled the glove off, revealing....
Well, his hand.
His hand didn't look particularly any different from the other sides', except for the glimmering edge of golden scales buried in parts of his skin.
Remus looked unimpressed. "What was all that buildup for?"
Janus smirked, pulling his other glove off, too. "Please, Remus, do you know how meticulously I plan my outfits everyday? Down to the *tee*." Janus tosses the gloves onto the couch. "Without them on, doesn't it feel like I'm missing something? They just add a lovely bit of mystery and pizzaz."
"Pizzaz." Remus repeated.
"Pizzaz," Janus raised an eyebrow.
Virgil snickered, and Janus smiled, amused.