ratatouille x jerry

wemy the wacist

Chapter 12

"If you're gonna actually help me, then here's what ya gotta do and where ya gotta be. Since homeboy over here hasta get back home, we'll meet again tomorrow at the crack of dawn. We'll meet at this exact spot, and I'll tell ya the rest when ya get here. Got it?"

"Yup," both Lucy and Remy agreed. Tomorrow could be very eventful, so Remy will have to find a way to get permission here again.

"Oki dokes, we'll be on our merry way~" Lucy gave her farewells to the crow and gestured to Remy to follow her back to his house.

-NEXT DAY-

5:00 am, at the crack of dawn, bleary eyed Remy could barely keep up with Lucy, who seemed to have no trouble being awake so early in the morning. The neighborhood smelled cold, and the gentle breeze was making vapor condense on his wet nose.

"Uggghhhh... it's so early... in the morning... it's cold too..." Remy complained.

"Shut yo bitch ass up Remy, stop whining," Lucy replied, "It's not even THAT early, you just have to go to sleep earlier and you wouldn't have been so tired."

"It's not my fault my sleep schedule is fucked up!"

After around 10 seconds of awkward silence, Lucy simply gave him a judgemental look in response.

After a bit more walking, they eventually reached the agreed upon meeting spot. However, there was no one there. Nevertheless, they went ahead and sat on the sidewalk to wait.

"He did say to meet at the crack of dawn, right?" Lucy seemed utterly confused, as there was no sign of the former mafia member.

"He arranged this and yet he couldn't even hold up his end of the bargain... what did I expect from an ex-mafia punk anyways?" Remy was still very bitter from the attempted murder situation.

Lucy did not respond, instead she scanned around just in case the crow returned.

Around 30 seconds later, the crow flew down from a nearby roof, "Sorry guys, I had ta take a shit, ya'know? But thanks for waitin' man, I appreciate it."

"C'mon man, you can't just be late for a meeting that YOU made." Remy was disappointed at his arrival despite only being late for 30 seconds.

"Remy, he wasn't THAT late, and remember what we're here for."

"Oh, your name's Remy? I shoulda' said my name too," the crow looked delighted, "the name's Xenon, and may I ask who Miss kitty cat over here is named?"

XENON is his name!? That sounds scary! He might even kill me like the rest tried to!

After Lucy introduced herself, Xenon sat himself down to tell them his plan.

"Aight, here's what's gonna happen, or at least I hope. I wanna go to court with ma hoe ass wife and her stank ass boyfriend to hand the custody to them. But in order to do that, I needa laywa' who can back me up on this shit and I needa get evidence that they ain't my kids."

Both Lucy and Remy were confused as to why a crow was going to go into a custody battle. They did agree to help him, so they went along with the plan, and it might even be entertaining.

Lucy steps up and asks Xenon a question.

"First thing's first, how do you obtain a lawyer? Where do you have to go for that?"

"Chill dawg, I already got ma laywa'. My old buddy volunteered to act as my lawya' so all we gotta worry about is the evidence."

"How the fuck do you even come up with evidence for this?" Remy was so baffled for some fucking reason.