stark, you built a suit dat can fly into space, but a pot of 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 got de better of you?
remy's gaze travels from the open portal to the spear beyond it, a glint of mischief lighting his eyes.
" two hundred pounds for a lifetime of good luck? sounds like remy's kinda gamble, non ? "
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you actually offerin' t'share, creed ? or is dis one of dose situations where de 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 becomes breakfast?
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come here, anna. remy's got a fresh pot brewin' an' two arms wit' your name on 'em. what's troublin' you, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦?
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remy sits still, his injured arm resting between them. a sharp breath escapes as the bandage presses against his wound, though he tries to look unfazed.
" now dat's rich, comin' from 𝘺𝘰𝘶, wade. since when you start lecturin' folks on stayin' outta trouble? "
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀… these kinda things. one day, you might just bite more than you can chew. ”
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his free hand turns a playing card between two fingers, more out of habit than anything. he's had worse injuries, though he wouldn't mind a little sympathy.
" besides, remy ain't bit off more dan he can chew yet. just got dealt a 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 dis time. "





































