𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝗕𝗿𝘆𝗰𝗲

"𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙧?" ’Chief Bryce’ RP Account Selective || SFW || Experienced [#AWSWRP | #MVRP] -More info to come-

“How was your day today Bryce? Hey. My day was fine. Just got cloned. No biggy!… How’s this gonna work?..”

// An AWSW revival?! Don't mind if I pop by do ya?

“!?… Don’t open that… Blind..”

“I keep suggested people get therapy.. ‘Guess we’re all still reeling from the events of the past.”

“Remember that time there were two of me? Guess the world decided it was took much handsome f’one universe.”

“Come on in and take a seat. How can I assist you?”

Bryce leaned back as the bow was aimed him. Well Diabara had fast reflexes. Who exactly were they? A trained warrior?.. Again, what had he got himself into? “Easy there. It’s just me… Didn’t mean to overhear but you helped me so would ya let me do the same? I’m a good listener”

“Or maybe it is? Don’t forget you’re the first face the ambassador of another world saw. That’s pretty significant. If you messed up then we coulda kissed them PDAs goodbye. And our whole world relies on ‘em.” Bryce felt confident there was no way Remy could argue with that fact

Bryce had listened from around the corner after taking a calm wander around the castle.. Even with riches you can’t get away from life problems. Maybe he should see if he can help? He waited a moment then poked his head into the doorway. “‘Don’t mean to intrude. ‘Wanna chat?”

Bryce found another couch and stepped up onto it before laying and getting comfortable. He glanced at Remy after with a smile. “I’m nothing special. Just the chief of police of a little town. Meanwhile I get to stay at our top librarian and archivist. Lucky me~.”

“You said that few times..” Classic case of insecurity and loneliness. Poor guy.. He should try to help tackle that.. tomorrow. “I’d feel odd taking your bed. Give me the sofa.”

“Well seeing you laying down is making me tired too. Haha.” He laughed with tired eyes and let out a yawn. “I guess it won’t hurt if you don’t mind. The walk home is longgg-. Where should I sleep?”

Bryce stretched and wobbled a little as he went to speak. He chuckled at his inability to stand properly but the continued to reply. “Not a problem. We should spend time together more. I shoulda reached out to ya. That’s my bad. I guess I should head home now.”

“No guns allowed. How many times do we need to tell these tourists? It’s not their right to carry one.”

Bryce sat down to steady himself. Seeing Remy tired was making himself tired too. “But be honest. You had a fun night right? It was worth it letting loose like that.” He himself was smiling contently.

“Yeah? Well she has a pretty smart bunch of parents if O remember correctly.” Bryce stepped up into Remy’s place and got him to his sofa before finally releasing him and uncurling their tails. Then he stepped away to give Remy space once again “Here we are. How’d you feel now?”

Looked like the fresh air had sobered them up a little. Or maybe it was the serious conversation? Bryce felt confident Remy could open the door without his help. “Maybe we should get off the Amera subject? How’s your kid? Ami? Amely? Was it?”