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Another day, another convention and Remus was completely bored out of his mind.
While wondering about, he happened to spot a strange looking fellow.
He had black hair, a yellow button up, red suspenders with no pants(neat), and a (strangely iconic) pink mustache.
Whoever could wear boxers and suspenders in public was bound to be someone interesting. That or good conversation.
"Hello. And what configuration of being are you?"
"Imaginary." Remus said.
He wasn't sure what this guy was or why the hell he could see him.
That's when he stabbed him.
Remus stood there completely stunned and in love all at once.
To give a proper greeting, he went to do the same. But he simply disarmed him and then shot him.
"Sorry about that, my hand slipped."
Oh he was hooked now. He needed to know this man last year. If this is what this guy was like all the time, they needed to Collab more.
"You seem to be pretty solid to me. Have I killed you before?"
"You can if you like." Said Remus.
"I'm trying to cut back." he retorted.
Pity. Remus thought.
"You do seem like an interesting character. Tell me, would you have time for an interview?"
"Love to." He said
The man then seemingly pulled a calendar from no where and checked his dates. "Ah, how does the November fourteenth, 2021 sound?"
Remus thought about it for a moment. "I can make some time." He smiled. "Pardon me," He said the taste of actual manners dying in his mouth. "But I never got your name."
"Wilford Warfstache." He said giving a slight bow. "And you are?"
"Remus." He said. "Remus Sanders."
"Hmm..." He debated for a while. "Quite a boring name. Don't know if I'll remember it."
"I can carve into your arm if you'd like?" Remus said pulling out a knife. That also seemingly came out of nowhere.
Wilfords eyes widened. And then a devious grin came to his face. "I think I'm beginning to like you." He said, his mustache twitching.
"Like wise."