#theyoungpa

[remybourque-blog]

‘ well, i’m an unconventional person, that’s what you like about me. ’

a bright smile stretches across her face as she beams up at acel  ( and, yes, she’s blushing a little --- but that’s typical ). she reaches forward a little and plays with the tie around their neck, flicking the tip of the fabric at their nose, scrunching her own nose up.  ‘ as if i’m ever that obvious, ’  she tries to play cool, though she knows they see past it --- if there’s ever anything about remy that anyone can pick up instantly, it’s that she’s obvious.  ‘ you’re cool, though. ’

[lisettesorelli-blog]

‘ she’s delicate. a rare rose. but not without thorns. ’

“Sure” Lisette answers “Completely original point you have there, comparing a woman to a rose.” She smiled brightly--but it didn’t reach her eyes. Sarcasm dripped like honey from her lips but one could hardly tell. “You should be careful when you try to pick her.”

[monsieur-reyer-blog]

‘ why get a boyfriend when you can get a pack of really nice pens. ’

For a moment, Mathieu assumed the question was rhetorical. 

That was his own mistake. 

As he rubbed his temple to assuage the migraine building beneath, he wished his life away for a simple minute of silence. 

“A pack of pens is rather shit at foreplay.”

[remybourque-blog]

‘ hey quick question: what the fuck is going on?? ’

she drops her feet from where they’re propped up on the velvet covered seat in the row in front of hers to let them past to sit down. to be honest, she hadn’t actually been paying attention to the rehearsal michel asked her to attend. she was supposed to be taking notes on production flaws and such, but after the first song, she tuned everything else out and started to doodle on her notepad instead. looking up at the situation on stage, she’s just as confused as acel.  ‘ uummmm, they’re rehearsing ? ’