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Emile: Thank you so much for letting me do this

Remy: No prob babes, besides, I owe you a favor

Emile: I know, but still

Remy: So, I gotta ask again, why exactly are you doing this?

Emile: Residency hours

Remy: No, I get that, but why specifically here? Did ya miss me that much?

Emile: No. Well, yes that I missed you but not as in that’s not the reason I’m here. I mean yeah, I missed you-

Remy: Hey, Emile, breath. I was messin with ya

Emile: Oh, yeah. I’m sorry. It’s just been a long semester. I heard that a few of the inmates are willing to talk about their cases

Remy: I bet. It took a while to find some who were willing to talk. The ones down in Murderer’s Row and boy, what a group. Also, I thought you were gonna be a therapist

Emile: Yeah. I guess my professor wanted us to get used to talking with people who have different issues. Also, What do you mean?

Remy: Well, you’re certainly gonna get a wide array of temperaments and issues. People who are on Murderer’s Row are the ones that are seen as mentally unstable or dangerous and are awaiting trial, and those six are quite the characters. Besides, I’m the curator of this rowdy lot. Anyways here we are, babes

Emile: Surprised they let you around people. You’ll flirt with a pole if you’re stubborn enough. Thank you, again

Remy: Gurl, I said it was no problem. I should warn you though, there’s a guard in there, Thomas, that’s gonna be supervising the whole thing. Also, when did you get snarky? I like it

Emile: College teaches you some things, and thanks for the heads up

Remy: No problem, babes. Good luck getting whatever you need

Emile: Here we go

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 Emile: Testing, testing. Ah, you must be my first interviewee. Do you how do? My name is Emile Picani and Just so you’re aware, this interview is being recorded

Logan: I figured. Also, your greeting didn’t make grammatical sense

Emile: I know. It’s just fun saying it

 Logan: Why though- never mind. I assume that I state my name

Emile: Yep. Your full name preferably, age, and reason why you’re here

Logan: Very well. My name is Logan Sanders. I am age 24 and I am charged with 1^st degree murder. Most of the people in this specific block are charged with some form of homicide

Emile: Young and straight to the point, got it. The questioning begins now. What was the reason for the charges brought against you?

Logan: Why does my age matter?

Emile: Hm? Oh, it doesn’t. I was just surprised that you were that young. I mean, no offense but you look around 30 or so

Logan: I will take that as a compliment, seeing as it means that I act and look more mature, meaning that people will take me seriously

Emile: So, you’ve had trouble being taken seriously because of your age?

Logan: Yes. Older people don’t want to accept the fact that a “child” is more competent than they are. They see it as insubordination whenever I try to correct them or tell them a better way to achieve what they want

Emile: I’m sorry to hear that. It seems like a lot of pressure

Logan: Nothing my parents haven’t raised me to handle. Some tell me that it is not a good thing to look older. They…they say that I looked troubled and honestly,

Emile: Logan-

 Logan: I do not understand why. I am perfectly adequate. Mentally, emotionally, and physically.

Emile: Logan can we-

 Logan: If they do not understand what happens in my life, then they have no right to comment on it-

Emile: Logan! Can we get back on topic please?

Logan: Ah. Apologies for that tangent. I…get too ahead of myself sometimes, shoot off at the mouth. What was the question?

Emile: Which Hamilton character do you relate to the most?

Logan: Aaron Burr. Now the question?

Emile: Right. What were your charges

 Logan: The police claimed that I had murdered my boyfriend at the time

Emile: No need to apologize. I can understand how something like that can really get to you. Care to elaborate?

Logan: Absolutely. You know how some people have these little habits that figuratively get you down? Like Jeremy

Emile: Oh? And what was his habit?

Logan: Jeremy liked to chew gum. No, not chew, pop. Constantly popping every day of every minute. His habitual popping was like figurative sandpaper constantly grating against my ears

Emile: Colorful imagery. Is that what led you to kill him?

Logan: You almost make it sound like I did it, or at least wanted to

Emile: Oh, no- wait what?

Logan: I didn’t do it, nor did I want to, but he set up the dominoes, and I had no choice but to topple them. And if you let me finish you will realize that he, had it coming. It was not my fault that he never listened

Emile: Oh, of course. Please continue

Logan: One day, I come home extremely irritated, and I was looking for a bit of sympathy and there was Jeremy, lounging on the couch, drinking a beer and chewing, no, not chewing, popping

Emile: I assume that was the tipping point for you

Logan: Falsehood, it takes more than that to figuratively get under my skin, but I digress, my temper did get the better of me that day but not enough to want to harm him. Without cause, of course

Emile: The straw that broke the camel’s back

Logan: There was no camel involved nor was there a straw…

Emile: It was a figure of speech

Logan: Oh. My apologies. Understanding metaphors and expressions are not my strongest skills

Emile: There’s no need to apologize, Logan. Now, has your temper ever gotten the better of you before the-

Logan: I do not see how that is relevant to the current conversation. I had previously stated that I am what most people would call ‘level-headed’ and that I do not get irritated easily. You assume that the temporary lapse in my emotional state correlates with me wanting to harm him, and therefore causing me to act upon those urges. While I admit, it was wrong of me to lose my composure, it was not the catalyst. Frankly, I am quite fed up with others assuming things of me that have little to no foundation to base their claims upon!

Emile: …wowzah…

Logan: A- apologies for snapping. I usually have better control over myself. As I was saying before, he was lying on the couch being his usual audacious self, and I said to him ‘you pop that gum one more time’ and he did. Now for clarification: I never asked him to do much. This was the one thing that I wanted him to do for me

Emile: I assume that he was never really all that attentive to you and your needs.

Logan: You could say that, yes

Emile: What did you do

Logan: I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots. Into his head

Emile: Wow. Didn’t expect that. So, it was 2^nd degree murder then, not 1^st

Logan: I was representing myself because I don’t trust lawyers. The prosecutor said that I was too “indifferent and cold” for coming a crime like this so, they bumped it up to 1^st

Emile: I’m sorry to hear that. But I must ask a stupid question: do you regret it?

Logan: It’s not a stupid question so much as an obvious answer. Regretting something means that you have something to feel sorry for or that your actions were not justified given the circumstance. I do not feel sorry for hurting him because I had tried to compromise and make myself seem less invasive, but he would not hear it. He only had himself to blame. I admit, it was not my most feminist moment, but if you had seen it, I bet you would have done the same thing

Emile: I can’t say that I would. Let me rephrase. Do you feel guilty?

Logan: I feel nothing. Emotions are frivolous chemical activations of specialized neuronal populations in several parts of the cerebral cortex firing on a whim when presented with a stimulus

Emile: Whoo. You’re a walking encyclopedia, aren’t you?

Logan Encyclopedias cannot walk. If you are referring to my knowledge, then, I guess the comparison is not all that incorrect

Emile: Ok…

Logan: Is that all?

Emile: Uh, yes, it is, wait, one more question

Logan: Yes?

Emile: Why do you think that Jeremy deserved it?

Logan: Did you not hear what I said? I gave you my side of it

Emile: I understand that, and you gave the what and the how, but never answered the why

Logan: God doesn’t need to explain why he does the things he does. Why should I?

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Emile: ...Holy shit...

Remy: Hey babes. Just coming to check on ya. How was your first inter-you look like you just gone facing the devil himself. Who the hell did you talk to?

Emile: Is Logan always that intense? Like, I felt like he was looking right at my soul. Never once did I see him blink

Remy: You met specs first? No wonder you look so ragged and yeah, he is. Probably should’ve saved him for the end

Emile: If you were to tell me that he was a cryptid, I would believe you in a heartbeat

Remy: I don't blame you. I'm pretty sure he has undiagnosed autism, but I'm not gonna jump to that conclusion

Emile: He’s honestly intimidating. His stare is deeply unsettling; I don't think I've ever seen eyes that blue before. Wait, didn’t you set them in a specific order?

Remy: Nope. They probably drew straws and like you said: he's intense. Cute as hell though. What? Don't give me that look; I can check them out. I do it to everyone

Emile: Still the same since high school, huh?

Remy: You know it, babes. Now, come on. There’s a Starbucks down the street from here. You look like you could use some coffee with lots of espresso

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Emile: I guess I should prepare myself better this time

Remy: Depends on who you have next but yeah, it’s not a bad idea-

Roman: Here comes the noblest Roman of them all. What up dweebs. Microsoft nerd told me that it was my turn for the spotlight so, here I am

Remy: Roman, gurl, I didn’t know you were next

Roman: Obviously! The lead must always be ready. So, you must be my interviewer

Emile: Bingo. My name is Emile Picani. Do you how do?

Remy: Have fun, babes. Also, Ro, tone the drama down, please

Roman: That’s like asking me to tone down my soul

Emile: Ok. I’m going to tell you that this interview will be recorded

Roman: Practically perfect in every way

Emile: Nice reference. Now, I need you to state your full name, age, and the reason why you’re here

Roman: My name is The Roman Flores, I’m 26 years old, and I am charged with 1^st degree murder, and I like your vibe. It’s relaxing. Like a mix between Patton and Logan

Emile: Logan mentioned that most of you have something like that and thanks, I think

Roman: Ah yes, well, he’s right. Don’t tell him I said that he’ll never shut up. I swear his ego is as big as mine sometimes

Emile: dually Noted. Why did they charge you with that crime?

Roman: For your information, it was a murder, but not a crime, thank you very much

Emile: Oh? What’s the difference?

Roman: I have no earthly idea. I hear Logan saying it sometimes and just decided to use it. Seemed to fit the atmosphere

Emile: You like to say things according to the vibe of the room huh?

Roman: Of course. A prince must always be prepared to adapt to his surroundings

Emile: Why do you see yourself as a prince?

Roman: Why, I’m the hero. I make sure that everyone is protected while saving and protecting people. I feel good when I do help people. It’s…validating

Emile: As much as I would love to unpack that statement, we need to get back on track. So, would you please elaborate on your crime.

Roman: Oh, yes of course. Tis a tragic tale of heartbreak and treachery, woes and betrayals. I met the man of my dreams, Wesley Gonzalez, from Salt Lake City around 2 years ago. He told me he was single, and we hit it off right away. He swept me off my feet, serenading me with words of love and passion. He was the most handsome person I had ever met, besides me of course but-

Emile: Hate to interrupt, but can we get back on track please?

Roman: Fine. So, we started living together. He’d go to work, a wood worker, the muscles on his right. He’d come home, I’d fix him a drink and we’d have dinner

Emile: Why did you start making him a drink and what was it?

Roman: I-I just did it one time and he liked it. So, it just became a habit. It felt nice… being complimented for something so simple. We…we didn’t have the most attentive parents in the world

Emile: We?

Roman: Oh! I have a brother who’s here also. You’ll probably meet him next. Be careful with him though he’s quite…uh...he’s a character

Emile: How do you mean?

Roman: He’s like looking through a fun house mirror, but instead of a big head of a tiny torso, you see everything you don’t want to be. He’s…just a lot to handle all at once. That and he’s just a horny bastard who has little to no impulse control. Honestly, I don’t know what Logan sees in him; I mean, they’re complete opposites and-

Emile: Hey. Thanks for the heads up but let rerail this trolley. So, what was the drink?

Roman: Oh. Just a simple sazerac. Wesley loved absinthe. I never understood it. It’s bitter and tastes like black licorice. I prefer a cosmopolitan myself but to each their own, I guess

Emile: You like making drinks?

Roman: Yes. It’s a creative outlet for me. Just you and the ingredients in front of you. I was a bartender, if you’re wondering

Emile: Was there something that he did or said that made you kill him?

Roman: I’ve been told that I fall too easily. That I’m a hopeless romantic and I’d get hurt eventually. I was arrogant and never thought that it would happen to me of all people. I guess they were right. I had found out. “Single” he told me; “single” my ass. Not only was he married, oh no, he had six wives. One of those Mormons, you know? Leeching off people in the name of staying ‘pure’

Emile: Oh my. That must’ve have been painful for you. How did you feel when you found out?

Roman: Really? I had just found out the prince of my dreams had 6 wives and that I was just a rebound. How I felt was jittery, bittery, and not very glittery. I mean, come on

Emile: Yeah. No. I know what that feels like. This guy I dated used me just to prove to his friends that he wasn’t homophobic. But it happened and it’s done with. And yeah, fair enough. What did you do the night you found out?

Roman: I’m sorry that happened. You seem like a really sweet guy. Oh, yes. That night, when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual. There were some perks for him working with treated wood. You know, some guys just can’t hold their arsenic

Emile: You poisoned him.

Roman: You make it sound like I did it for fun. I didn’t have a choice. He took a flower in its prime and abused it. I had always thought there was always something romantic about poison. Romeo and Juliet for example. I guess you could call him Juliet, and I, Romeo. A love that was doomed from the start. Have you ever been head over heels?

Emile: Can’t say I have. Maybe in high school, but who wasn’t?

Roman: Well, if I get out of here, I’d love to talk more. Bye

Emile: Wait. One more question. How did you feel when you did it?

Roman: What do you mean?

Emile: Everyone feels at something when they commit a crime like that. How did you feel

Roman: I felt…in control. Like I finally made a choice for me and not someone else. I felt free.

Remy: Time to go, gurl

Roman: Right. Well, fair prince, it was a pleasure meeting you

Emile: You, too

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Roman: That doctor of yours is a sweet guy. Told me about him being a rebound

Remy: I know. Almost ripped the guy’s head off when I found out

Roman: Protective

Remy: I mean, yeah. Wouldn’t you be over the person you have a-

Roman: Sweet Cole Sprouse, you like him!

Remy: Don’t you dare say anything or I will revoke juice box privileges

Roman: How dare you assume I would spill such a secret!

Remy: No secrets about love are safe with you, gurl. Besides, I don’t even think he likes me that way

Roman: An unrequited love, how romantic

Remy: Alright, enough with the theatrics. Go

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Emile: Well, he was a character

Remy: Yeah. He was a big theater kid. Still is

Emile: I can see that. He was nice. Rambles, but nice. I can see how his actions would be justified in his head

Remy: A lot of them are like that. Let me get the next one. Brb, b-

?: Pissy's finally done. It’s my turn in the limelight~

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Remus: Roman’s done. It’s my turn in the limelight

Remy: Oh, God. Brace yourself

Emile: What, why? Oh, wow

Remy: Emile, meet Remus. Roman’s-

Emile: His brother. Yeah, he told me that you might be next. I’m Emile Picani, do you how do?

Remus: Ooh, he’s cute. Can I-

Remy: That’s not happening. I see you try any shit; I’ll be your next cellmate

Remus: Ooh. Promise~?

Remy: Gurl, you are impossible. …I don’t know how Logan can put up with it…

Remus: Thanks, I try and he’s just as weird as me. After all, curiosity fucked the cat

Remy: It’s ‘killed’ Remus, and behave

Remus: It’s not like you to get all uppity about a high school fl- Oh. Oh. I concede; I won’t say anything too ‘much’

Remy: that’s all I ask

Emile: Can we get back to it please? I’m hungry and I want to get this interview over with. No offense, of course

Remus: None taken

Remy: Alright, hun. After you get done, we’ll grab a bite

Emile: Ok. Let’s get started. This conversation will be recorded

Remus: Ooh, into a bit of voyeurism, doc? I can get behind that~

Emile: Nope. Now I need you to state your full name, age, and charges brought against you

Remus: You’re boring. My name is Remus Flores, I’m 26 years old, and I was recently charged with murder of the 1st degree, obvi. This is my first serious felony

Emile: Wait, recently? You have a criminal record?

Remus: Fuck yeah, I do! Vandalism, resisting arrest, a few assault and battery charges sprinkled in. But hey, I did it to the people who deserved it. And set some things on fire

Emile: Quite the track record you have

Remus: Yeah. No one was in it, and it was abandoned. No one was using it anyways. Like, imagine the smell coming from that!

Emile: …Oh you to really are related aren’t you… Uh, Remus buddy can we get back on track-

Remus: Like their skin and muscles and ligaments bubbling and singing, melting off the bone like a popsicle on a hot day. The fire causing your tissue to contract which causes the skin to rip and the muscles to shrink… Did you know that after around 3 minutes, your body stops feeling the burn because all your nerve endings are gone

Emile: You uh…you like fire don’t cha?

Remus: Obviously. What kind of anarchist would I be if I didn’t light a couple of things on fire. Besides, a was a horror writer so I gotta know my stuff

Emile: I see. Do you think that I’ve read any of your stuff?

Remus: Nah. It’s not published. I usually just write for fun. It’s an outlet for all the little rotting worms in my brain that Logan so eloquently calls my thoughts

Emile: alright then. The questioning will begin now. What brought you here? Besides your previous crimes.

Remus: I told you already. I murdered a man. If you want a story, you just need to be more specific with your questioning. I’m like a genie that way. You gotta rub me the right way to get the answers you want~

Remy: Do I need to get Logan!

Remus: Tattletale! …Sorry. Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable or something like that. I don’t have very good impulse control

Emile: Noted. Having said that, could you tone down the flirting? I’m fine with innuendos, just not flirting.

Remus: Bet

Emile: Alright! Let’s get this train back on its tracks, What were the events leading up to you committing murder?

Remus: It’s pretty gruesome. You sure you wanna hear it? Ah, what the hell. You’ve stayed this long. Might as well weed out the weak! Ha!

Emile: I talked to logan first. I think I can handle you

Remus: Ooh. Talked to nerdy Wolverine first huh? And you didn’t run away? Props to ya, doc. Alright. The day it happened was like any other. I came home from work and started cooking dinner. I was standing in the kitchen, carving up a chicken for dinner because we had had steak, and she wanted chicken even though I don’t really like chicken, but she was-

Emile: And Recess! Is my favorite movie. can we get back on topic?

Remus: Huh? Oh. I was minding my own business, trying to stop myself from stabbing my hand, in storms my “wife” Elouise in a jealous rage-

Emile: Ok, slow down. What do you mean trying to stop hurting yourself?

Remus: Yeah. Just these funny thoughts that pop into my head a lot like What is I bashed my head into a concrete wall or nails on a chalkboard like, nails nailed to a chalkboard

Emile: You suffer from intrusive thoughts?

Remus: Uh, yeah. Don’t you have some files on us from your boyfriend or some shit? Wait. Don’t tell me that you’re doing this blind. You are, ha! Holy shit, you got balls. You just earned my respect doc

Emile: I didn’t know I needed your respect, also, Remy isn’t my boyfriend

Remus: You want him to be, though. I see that look you give him, and he gives it right back. Those bedroom eyes are hard to miss. Surprised y’all haven’t f-

Emile: Ok! That’s enough about me. Quick question and we’ll get back to it: when do these intrusive thoughts happen?

Remus: There is no rhyme or reason to what they do, they just do. It could be out of the blue or when I don’t do one of the special things

Emile: Special things?

Remus: Yeah! Like I have this weird obsession with the number six. Multiples and all that math junk. Like, if I didn’t skip the seventh stair in the house, I felt like my skin would peel off or something like that. I think they said it was OCD or some shit

Emile: Ah…That explains a lot…Anyways, back to the story

Remus: Your inner therapist is kicking in. You wanna pick cut our skulls open and pick at our brains to see what goin’ on in there

Emile: Everyone has a reason for doing something. Is it so wrong to be curious?

Remus: Ooh. Feisty~. Also, you sound just like Logan sometimes. …Could you two be cousins…Anyways, in storms my “wife” Elouise “You’ve been screwing your best friend!” She was a crazy bitch. Insecure as shit, which was weird cause she was pretty. No personality though, and she kept on screaming “you’ve been screwing you best friend!” And then she ran into my knife. She ran into my knife 10 times. I must have hit a major artery because there was so much blood, gallons of the stuff

Emile: …I thought that Logan’s method was violent, and you probably did

Remus: I knew that the human body held a lot of blood, but it was so…different seeing it in reality. It was warm and sticky. There was so much red. Red everywhere. On the walls, the floor, on me, on her. Media never portrays blood properly. It was like that Rolling Stones song ‘Paint It Black’ but red

Emile: I bet, especially since you stabbed her 10 times

Remus: Also, did you say that Logan told you? Like actually told you how he did it? I’ve been trying to crack him like a walnut for a while now and all he says is, “He had what was coming to him”. The cryptic bitch. But that just makes him all the more sexier

Emile: Hm. I’m under oath so I can’t tell you

Remus: Boo, you whore

 Emile: Nice reference. Why did you put quotations around wife?

Remus: Because it was a loveless marriage. I got with her to get my parents off my back. I didn’t care what she did

Emile: So, you stabbed her because she was accusing you of cheating?

Remus: Oh no, I was cheating. Blatantly too. I’m surprised it took her that long to figure it out

Emile: So why did you stab her that many times? Seems a bit…excessive. Even for you.

Remus: Have you met me and Roman? We are the mayors of muchkin land. That and I got a bit too into my head. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined it before in other ways. Pushing her down the stairs, poisoning her, shot gun at the head, drowning her, setting her on fire, that’s one of my personal favorites. Betcha you would’ve done the same

Emile: Fair enough. Well, I think that’s all for now-

Remus: Why exactly are you doing this?

Emile: Doing what?

Remus: This whole interview thing. Like, are you trying to diagnose us or prove our innocence or some bullshit like that? You clearly have a therapist’s mindset with all the questions and whatnot

Emile: I want to be a therapist, and I technically am, like I have all the paperwork and stuff saying that I’m official. It’s for some residency hours that I need to make up for. I have to have a specific number of interview hours to pass a random course because I need one more credit to dol

Remus: Hm. Alright, I guess. Well, have fun with the other three. Bye~

Emile: Wait! Could you maybe give me a heads up on who’s next?

Remus: Now, where would the fun be in that?

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Remy: Are you ok? Did he try anything? I swear if he did, I’m gonna-

Emile: Hey. I’m alright, I promise. He toned it down and it wasn't all bad. He was just…a lot to handle. Acted a lot like Roman; same mannerisms and level of dramatics, just more…unhinged I guess? Like not all there and just 

Remy: He's definitely unhinged. But I think the word your looking for is demented. He said it first, not me. He considers it a compliment. 

Emile: Yeah, demented seems to fit better

Remy: He may be demented but I do agree that being called normal is the worst insult of all. Says it all the time

Emile: He's got a point, especially to you. But I do have a question about their arrangements

Remy: Let’s get something to eat first and then you can ask all the questions your pretty head has. There’s a damn good diner with a cool 50's vibe to it

Emile: Alright. Lead the way

~at the diner~

Remy: Alright. Now that that's settled, ask away

Emile: Do they have their own cells, or are they bunked with other people?

Remy: Well, at first, everyone had their own cells, but as more people came in, I had to move some people around. Logan had his own bunk for a bit, but now he’s sharing one with Virgil because I had to keep the left-brain duo together. Janus and Remus are seen as too high risk and legally need their own cells. That and he bites

Emile: In track, I can assume that Roman and Patton are the right-brain duo?

Remy: Right. Roman is too much for Virgil and Lo, so Patton was the only option. They get along well though which I’m glad for considering Patton doesn’t speak English well

Emile: Figured about Roman. What language does Patton speak?

Remy: I think he's Hungarian.

Emile: Huh. Alright. Also, I know that Remus suffers from intrusive thoughts, but is there more to it? Like, to me, he had almost a manic look to him

Remy: His file says bipolar disorder and OCD, so you weren't wrong. He was seen as a safety risk to others and himself

Emile: Don’t most prisons have an isolation room?

Remy: Yeah. This one does, and he basically lived there for a while, but it was only making it worse though

Emile: Woof. I wouldn’t doubt it

Remy: Yeah, you said it. But enough about them. I want to hear about you. How have you been? It’s been forever babes. Like we just kinda drifted after high school

Emile: Yeah. I regret not keeping in contact with you or reaching out, but there’s been a lot going on. School’s been tough, some of my professors are dicks, and it’s just a lot all at once

Remy: I’m sorry to hear that. But you know you always have me around

Emile: I know. You were there for me in high school and you are here for me now. You haven’t changed much and it’s honestly comforting

Remy: You bet your ass I’m the same. Number 1 pass around party top right here

Emile: Oh, my God, you have got to stop calling yourself that! It’s a funny name but still

Remy: You haven’t changed much, either. Same the cartoon fiend. By the way, what was that IOU about again?

Emile: I am not a fiend, and are you serious?

Remy: Uh, yeah. I’m always serious babes. It’s been a while

Emile: First of all, no the hell you aren’t. Secondo of all: Oh my God. Ok. Remember back in junior year when I helped you smuggle weed out of the boy’s bathroom without getting caught?

Remy: Holy shit I remember that! We were this close to getting caught too

Emile: I know. I berated you about it

Remy: You did. I felt like I was being scolded by my dad

Emile: Those were simpler times. But enough about high school. What about you? What has Remy Circae been up to since then?

Remy: Oh God, Emi. Nothing much. I mean, I got a nice job at a nice restaurant close to my apartment and it pays well. I am currently in college for a hospitality major, which works well with my job because I’m a bartender. Well, mixologist to be exact. I also have a small photography gig on the side

Emile: Oh, that’s so cool. So, would it be unprofessional to ask you to make me a drink sometime?

Remy: Oh? My place or yours, babes~

Emile: Yours would do just fine~

Remy: 0_0 Where- where did that come from

Emile: You honestly think I didn’t pick up a few skills from you? Please

Remy: Yas Queen! About time you picked up a few skills. Speaking of which, how’s your dating life?

Emile: Practically non-existent. I mean; I dated a few people, but it never lasted long. I don’t know how you do it

Remy: Gurl, any man who dumps you is a damn idiot because you are the sweetest, most understanding person I know. You’re funny, the cartoon motifs you use with clients is creative as hell, and you’re just a fun-loving person who knows how to have fun without taking it too far. You’re interpersonally and socially intelligent, with just the right amount of book smarts to balance it out. That and you’re cute

Emile: Aw, thanks Rem. But I honestly think that you’re overestimating a few things

Remy: Emile, you have imposter syndrome, and it doesn’t take a genius to see it. I mean, I see it. You don’t give yourself enough credit. The son of a bitch you dated didn’t help much either. I swear, I was this close to bashing his head into a wall

Emile: I know. I’m working on it, and it has gotten better, but sometimes it still hits hard. Speaking of, how’s your dating life? Any interesting new flings?

Remy: Nah, not really. Haven’t been as active as usual because of school. But I’ve had a few one-night stands here and there. If I’m being honest, I thought about asking you out a few times during high school but there was never a right time

Emile: You’re lying

Remy: I wouldn’t lie about something like this, babes

Emile: Well, thank you for never asking. High school was really rough as you know, and I think it would of-

Emile and Remy: made things worse-

Remy: I figured. Why I never asked. But…If I-uh…

Emile: Are you always this articulate?

Remy: Oh, haha. I was to ask you now would you go out with me?

Emile: Can I get done with the interviews and deliver my answer then?

Remy: Oh, yeah totally, babes. I did spring that on you suddenly, it’s the least I could do

Emile: Alright. I’ll have an answer by then

Remy: Can’t wait. Ready to go back?

Emile: Ready as I’ll ever be

Remy: You’ll never get Tangled out of your head, will you?

Emile: Nope!

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I am so sorry for not posting anything for a while. I've been putting it off because Patton's chapter to me is really daunting and I was procrastinating getting it done. (ADHD fucking sucks sometimes). This will not be the best chap because Patton is hard to write because he is not one of my favorites and it's difficult to get into his mindset which how I usually write characters. (That and reading other people's take on them and using that as inspiration). This will not be discontinued or orphaned, but it will take a while for me to write him. I have Virgil and Janus lined up and ready but I don't want this to be out of order. If any of you have seen Chicago, then you know that there is one character who speaks full Hungarian and that is the character that I am basing Patton off of.

I had originally planned to write him completely in Hungarian but I didn't like how it sounded when being read so I scrapped that idea and changed is to him speaking broken English instead. This is where the problem arises. I always want to make sure that I write with accuracy (with some leeway) and make it make sense. I've never written broken English before and I wan to make sure that I do it right and not just half-ass it. I want it to flow and make grammatical sense given the context. But, I have no idea how to write broken English, how to speak nor write Hungarian, or how to right a Hungarian man speaking broken English. The grammar is very different and I will be doing as much research as I can to make sure that it's an enjoyable read. If anyone in the world could give me pointers I would really appreciate it. In the mean time though, I will be adding some filler stuff to my page like incorrect quotes, one shots, and maybe expanding on the CBT universe. Maybe writing backstories, shenanigans, and other stuff surrounding this fic. Again, it may take me a while to rewrite this chapter because the spring semester starts on Monday for me and I have a pretty busy schedule, but I will get it posted as soon as I can. 

That and there is quite a bit of drama surrounding Thomas Sanders himself and I'm not sure how to continue from here. I will still be active in the Sanders Sides fandom as you can kind of separate the art from the artist since c!Thomas is not Thomas himself.