Warning- Remus says some weird shit. It doesn't make a lot of sense. But hey, what can ya do.
Maybe I am.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Maybe I am.
Does he... actually like me back?
Maybe I am.
Why? I'm... well I'm me.
Maybe I am.
For fuck's sake Remus, stop acting like a teenage girl and just ask him.
Just then, Deceit opened his door, speaking 100 miles per hour, "Hey so about what I said earlier? Just uhhh, don't forget it."
Oh.
"Not like I was obsessing over it or anything." I muttered under my breath.
"What?" Deceit asked.
"I SAID BEES ALL HAVE THE SAME KINK, POLLEN AND BY EXTENT ALL SEASONS ARE NO NUT NOVEMBER FOR THEM EXCEPT SUMMER AND SPRING!" I panicked.
Remus, those are the thoughts you keep in your head.
"...What."
"Uhhh Nothing." I said quickly.
******
I plopped down on the couch, Deceit sitting next to me with his arms stretched out across the top of it.
"Say it! Say it! Say it!" I started chanted.
Deceit smiled, laughing a little, "Everything I say is a lie."
"Ha! Paradox! Take that universe!" I said, punching the air after every word.
"You're the worst." Deceit said, smiling and shaking his head.
I checked to make sure he wasn't winking.
He wasn't.
"No I'm pretty sure that's you." I said under my breath.
"What?"
"What?"
******
I stretched my arms out, yawning, not so ready for another day.
"Morning." Deceit greeted.
"Yeah that's the time all right."
I sat myself down at the dining table, pulling out a stick of deodorant from my pocket and taking a bit.
Deceit wrinkled his nose in slight disgust, "Why do you eat that?"
I shrugged, "Why do you wear gloves all the time?"
"Because my hands aren't cold." He answered.
"Why would they be cold?"
"Well I'm assuming it's not because I'm part reptile therefore making me semi-ectothermic."
"Ecto-What?"
"Ectothermic, not like cold blooded."
"Oh." I didn't get it.
"...Which means I absorb heat from my surroundings instead of generating it myself."
"Ohhh." Now I got it.
"... Are your hands cold right now?" I asked.
"A little." Deceit said, slipping off his glove to reveal a scaly hand.
"Well I have radiator hands, see?" I intertwined my fingers with his, not really thinking much of it.
"O-oh." Deceit said, "Yeah."
"I can help!" I smiled at him.
Wait we're holding hands now.
Well then I guess you should just going to keep holding his hand then!
. . .
This is nice.
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I'm Not A Bad Guy, I'm Me
Fanfiction(A kind of sort sequel to You're Not Broken, You're Human) Trigger Warnings- Cursing An attempt at writing intrusive thoughts Sexual Innuendos (It's Remus, what did you expect?) You've probably heard of me... and hate me. Remus Sanders, the one who...
