Misinformation Can Be Deadly

Chapter 49: No One Chose the Spaghett

CW: food (not in detail), talk of arson, murder, homophobia (they're talking about Heathers, it's not bad but just in case)

"So how has school been?" Remy asked, leaning on the table. "Have you guys been safe?"

"I'm assuming you're talking about the angels?" Remus asked. They were in an Italian restaurant now, and Remus had made himself visible to humans so it didn't seem like they were talking to thin air.

"Yeah, we've noticed them around town," Emile replied, rubbing his arm nervously. "Have they been bothering you?"

"Well, so far they haven't tried hurting us, but they have annoyed us," Janus answered, folding his hands up on the table. Somehow, despite having a beanie, fingerless gloves, and a raggy jacket, he made himself look sophisticated as always.

"And that one tried some bullshit with Virgil," Remus growled. "Luckily they didn't hurt him, but they had tried to convince him that Roman isn't good or whatever. That he should trust them and that they can save their souls."

"Which is ridiculous cause those two have gotten super close in such little time."

"Not close enough if you ask me, if it wasn't entertaining seeing them stumble around each other then I would have told them that they like each other already."

"Wait, you mean they're not dating yet?" Remy asked.

"They've only known each other for five weeks now."

"And they're both oblivious cowards," Remus added.

Emile nodded and said, "That makes sense. It's best if they don't rush it, but they would certainly be cute."

"When did you two start dating?" Remy asked, pointing between Remus and Janus.

"Only two years now, but we've known each other since I was nine. Remus has always appeared to me of my age, even when we first met," Janus explained.

Remy shrugged. "Well, they do say demons are ageless."

"Oh! I just remembered, we heard that you're both in a play at your school!" Emile changed the topic suddenly. "Heathers, right?"

"Oh yeah! I already memorized all of my lines," Remus said smugly.

"Well sorry not all of us are demons with inhumanely good memories," Janus growled in annoyance. "He keeps bragging about it, and it gets old."

"Hm, sounds like someone I know," Emile mused, looking over at Remy.

"Okay, girl, if you have not memorized every word of all the songs in Legally Blonde, that's your fault. Also embarrassing," Remy told him, taking a sip of his coffee before making a disgusted face. "Ugh, this restaurant needs better coffee."

"What roles do you two play?"

Remus sat back in his seat with a groan, making Janus smile and roll his eyes. "I have JD, Remus has Sweeney."

"JD! I'm so proud of you, bud!" Remy told him.

"That's going to be a big difference," Emile said. "I don't think I can imagine you as him."

"Aw, I can see my Janny Wanny burning down a school," Remus cooed, leaning into his boyfriend.

"That's the only thing we have in common."

"Hmm... some could beg to differ."

Janus turned to Remus. "Then let them beg."

"Ooh I'm so excited!" Emile squealed, tapping his hands on the table.

"But Remus as Sweeney?" Remy teased.

"I know!" Remus complained. "This is criminal! How are you gonna make a gay kid play a homophobic kid! On the brightside, I'll be killed by my boyfriend. Now that's gonna be hot."

A waiter walked over to them carrying a tray of food. "Okay, here you go. Stuffed shells," she placed it in front of Emile. "Flatbread," that was put in front of Remy. "Gnocchi," that was for Janus. And finally in front of Remus she put down, "and Ravioli."

"Thank you!" Emile said, picking up his fork.

The others said their thanks as they started to eat. Remus picked up his ravioli's straight from the bowl with his hands. "Wanna know why I like ravioli so much?" he asked.

"Absolutely not," Janus answered, scooping up some gnocchi dumplings

"It's because when you bite down on them they go splat!"

"No they don't, there's not enough cheese, or pressure to do that. Stuffed shells on the other hand seem very messy." The younger witch looked over at Emile who was trying to pick up a shell that was cut in half.

"They're really good!" Emile stated. "My mom is Italian, so I grew up with the food. So many dishes... But stuffed shells are one of my favorites."

Janus took a bite of his own. "The gnocchi is nice, pretty dense. Not a lot of spice though."

"Janny likes things spicy," Remus giggled with a shimmy of his shoulders.

"Not until he's older," Remy growled. "Neither of you better do anything until then."

"I'm just talking about food!" the demon defended himself. Janus elbowed him, but he didn't react.

"Keep it that way."

"Ooh daddy can get scary!"

Remy sat back and picked up his flat bread. "Damn right I can. Try me bitch, see how fast you'll get sent back to Hell."

"Dear, that's our son's boyfriend," Emile reminded him, though Remus didn't look scared at all.

"Yes, and he needs to know what will happen if he hurts our son."

Remus was jumping in his seat while Janus was trying not to freak out over being called their son.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "Uh, h-he wouldn't do that. Hasn't in the-the seven years we've known each other."

"Good, let's keep it that way," Remy stated.

Remus couldn't stop giggling, not even able to focus on his food anymore. "I really like you two!"

Janus rolled his eyes, calming himself again. "That's Remus for you," he mumbled. "If you have the guts to threaten him, he'll like you."

"Oh, did Delores remind you that you're going to move in soon?" Emile asked.

"Oh shit, that's right!"

Remy gasped in exaggerated offense. "He forgot! Emmy, he didn't remember that we were taking him home with us tomorrow."

"Well, time just flew by, I can't believe it's already been three weeks," Emile said. "But we already have a room all set up for you, and one for Remus too in case he wanted one for himself."

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor of Janny's room," Remus told them.

"You don't even sleep," Janus reminded him.

"Well when you get home tonight, don't forget to pack," Emile told Janus.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that."

Remy smiled and went to take another bite before he frowned and looked over to the front entrance of the restaurant. He slowly set his flatbread down and waited.

Emile set his fork down too and looked up. "Did you feel that?" he asked Remy, Janus and Remus looking confused.

"Yeah, Hypnos warned me of something. We should go home," Remy said, and Remus's eyes widened in fear as he felt something. "I'm going to get the check."

"No!" Remus shouted, grabbing Remy as he started to stand up. His green eyes were slitted in fear as he looked around. "No, no we need to stay here. We can't leave. We need to lie low."

"Why? What is it?" Janus asked, getting worried.

"Those fucking angels... They... they brought an archangel."