[Remus can't help a huff of a laugh. There's really no other word for the man than interesting. Lucky for him, Remus likes interesting people, and-- well, he's curious. Almost everything about the man makes him want to know more.
So he scoots the chair across from him out a smidge with his foot.]
My name's Remus, and this is Snuffles. Would you like to join us? I don't think I'll be getting any more writing done right now anyway.
[ Would he ever. Felix plops into the chair like he's unable to obey the command even if he wanted to, his elbows on the table, hand cupping his chin, looking intently at Felix.
It's probably too much. He should probably just keep it cool. Felix is clam and collected, isn't he? He always tries to be. It never quite works out, but this is--this is Remus, his Remus, and he's been in this world for as long as he can remember and Remus is the only one that makes his heart flutter and his mouth dry.
At least dogs still like him. He's going to ask about that in a second, actually, but first: ]
Next drink's on me, then--though it's not alcohol, it's tea, the gesture still stands, I hope. What are you writing?
[Is he-- flirting? Remus lets out a huff of nervous laughter. He's not used to being flirted with, certainly not by another man, and so openly in a coffee shop of all places? If he were at a gay bar, maybe it would be less of a shock.
Snuffles sniffs the man's shoes, then settles his big shaggy head back onto the floor.]
You don't have to-- oh, uh. [Another small laugh, this one a bit embarrassed.] I'm writing a novel. Awfully cliche, I know. [A thoughtful pause. Somehow it doesn't feel as uncomfortable to tell Felix about it than other people.] It's about a man whose brother has been murdered, and the police have been paid off, so he has to figure out who the killer is and track them down with the help of his best friend and his sister.
[That's not to mention the requited pining between the man and his best friend, but... better be sure he's interpreted Felix's intentions correctly before talking about that.]
[ It's Felix's fault, he supposes--he's too giddy, too dizzy on excitement that he's forgotten that this is the 80s. There are bad things happening, there bad people. People don't really accept this type of love anymore. As to why, Felix doesn't quite understand. All he does know is that it's bullshit, old habits die hard, and it's his dearest love across him, writing and laughing and being stunning. It's a bit hard to concentrate. ]
A mystery. That doesn't sound cliche in the least--danger? Intrigue? Romance? [ He grins, raking his teeth under his lower lip to bite down, intent. ] I'm a little jealous, I can't write to save my life.
All of the above, and then some. [Remus' eyes catch on Felix's mouth as he bites onto his lower lip, sensing the intent but still doubting his own instincts. What if he's misinterpreting it all?
It takes him just a moment too long to stop himself from staring at the man's lips. He swiftly looks away, disguising it as a casual movement to scratch Snuffles' ears.]
Why do you say that? [The tone is gently curious. Once upon a time, Remus fancied himself a career in academia, and he still fondly remembers his tutoring days, coaxing reluctant students into trying their hand at writing, just once more.]
[ He's--flighty isn't the right word, but he's something, something so unlike his past love that Felix has to remind himself that while they share a face--a name even--there's something else. He's his own person.
Funny. Felix hasn't thought about that before, too wrapped up in actually finding him. It's enough that he looks a tad thoughtful when he glances over at the dog. Why does Remus have a dog? It's fitting, but that's something else that strikes him as weird. He needs to ask he's thought this before, but his mind is in such a tizzy he's having difficulty focusing. ]
Oh, you know how it is. some people have a knack for it, and some people have a knack for spotting it. [ How far along are you? He's all elbows on tables now, leaning forward. Enough about him, Remus, he's dreadfully boring--more about you. ]
[Well, he's certainly not entitled to a stranger's life story. If Felix doesn't want to share the real reasons, he won't push.
He certainly seems interested in Remus' work, though, which is weirdly flattering. He hasn't even read any of it yet.]
And you're the latter, then?
[He smiles, idly flipping through his notebook.]
Perhaps I'll consult you for some proofreading. [He's only partially teasing.] That is, if you're not headed out of the country soon.
[Probably not local, with that accent. And alright, maybe he's fishing for some more information. No use getting his hopes up on someone who will be leaving the country in a couple weeks.]
[ Felix's smile is back, bouncing easily with the ebb and flow of the conversation they've just started. This is where he feels at home, wrapped up in warm words about art. ]
Proofreading-- [ he hisses through his teeth, shaking his head. ] Not my strong suit, either. I can read it with that in mind, though. If you trust a stranger.
[ They're not strangers, though, not really. Felix tips his chair back so it balances on two legs, realize he hasn't actually answered the other's unasked question, and circles back. ]
I'm here for a good long while--not a tourist, if that's what you mean. Worried I'll run off with your ideas?
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So he scoots the chair across from him out a smidge with his foot.]
My name's Remus, and this is Snuffles. Would you like to join us? I don't think I'll be getting any more writing done right now anyway.
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It's probably too much. He should probably just keep it cool. Felix is clam and collected, isn't he? He always tries to be. It never quite works out, but this is--this is Remus, his Remus, and he's been in this world for as long as he can remember and Remus is the only one that makes his heart flutter and his mouth dry.
At least dogs still like him. He's going to ask about that in a second, actually, but first: ]
Next drink's on me, then--though it's not alcohol, it's tea, the gesture still stands, I hope. What are you writing?
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Snuffles sniffs the man's shoes, then settles his big shaggy head back onto the floor.]
You don't have to-- oh, uh. [Another small laugh, this one a bit embarrassed.] I'm writing a novel. Awfully cliche, I know. [A thoughtful pause. Somehow it doesn't feel as uncomfortable to tell Felix about it than other people.] It's about a man whose brother has been murdered, and the police have been paid off, so he has to figure out who the killer is and track them down with the help of his best friend and his sister.
[That's not to mention the requited pining between the man and his best friend, but... better be sure he's interpreted Felix's intentions correctly before talking about that.]
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A mystery. That doesn't sound cliche in the least--danger? Intrigue? Romance? [ He grins, raking his teeth under his lower lip to bite down, intent. ] I'm a little jealous, I can't write to save my life.
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It takes him just a moment too long to stop himself from staring at the man's lips. He swiftly looks away, disguising it as a casual movement to scratch Snuffles' ears.]
Why do you say that? [The tone is gently curious. Once upon a time, Remus fancied himself a career in academia, and he still fondly remembers his tutoring days, coaxing reluctant students into trying their hand at writing, just once more.]
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Funny. Felix hasn't thought about that before, too wrapped up in actually finding him. It's enough that he looks a tad thoughtful when he glances over at the dog. Why does Remus have a dog? It's fitting, but that's something else that strikes him as weird. He needs to ask he's thought this before, but his mind is in such a tizzy he's having difficulty focusing. ]
Oh, you know how it is. some people have a knack for it, and some people have a knack for spotting it. [ How far along are you? He's all elbows on tables now, leaning forward. Enough about him, Remus, he's dreadfully boring--more about you. ]
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He certainly seems interested in Remus' work, though, which is weirdly flattering. He hasn't even read any of it yet.]
And you're the latter, then?
[He smiles, idly flipping through his notebook.]
Perhaps I'll consult you for some proofreading. [He's only partially teasing.] That is, if you're not headed out of the country soon.
[Probably not local, with that accent. And alright, maybe he's fishing for some more information. No use getting his hopes up on someone who will be leaving the country in a couple weeks.]
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Proofreading-- [ he hisses through his teeth, shaking his head. ] Not my strong suit, either. I can read it with that in mind, though. If you trust a stranger.
[ They're not strangers, though, not really. Felix tips his chair back so it balances on two legs, realize he hasn't actually answered the other's unasked question, and circles back. ]
I'm here for a good long while--not a tourist, if that's what you mean. Worried I'll run off with your ideas?