((Ah but Anon! What fun is there in that!? *Smirks with a Pan-ish twinkle in their eye* Ney, Anon, ney!!! I shall not give you such satisfaction, but try again, good sir, for you may best me at this battle of wits and learn the truth behind the mask!!! *Rp-er smiled, this could be amusing no doubt!!!*))
“It seems I’ve made a…” *Dripping with sarcasm* “friend.”
Me and my ratty mouth!!!
>.<
Oh, yes…best friends…and we’ll have so much..fun.
*Rolls eyes* “This is me, Remy…”, he mimicked writing on paper, “Signing my death warrant.” For whatever odd reason, this little French rat couldn’t seem to fear the large villain. In the back of his mind however, he knew he was playing with fire.
“It seems I’ve made a…” *Dripping with sarcasm* “friend.”
Me and my ratty mouth!!!
>.<
“Well when you come, let me know! It’d be a blast to have you dine with us!”
Jack grinned to the little rat. “Splendid! I look forward to it! Thank you very much for the invitation, sir!”
“Any time sir!”
“You’ve been to Paris! That’s tres magnifique!!!” Remy clapped his little paws together. It was not often he met a stranger who’d traveled to Paris! “Oh yes, my roommate is the son of the Great Gusteau! We run the restaurant together and make all sorts of delicious - ”…
“Well when you come, let me know! It’d be a blast to have you dine with us!”
“Just found out through the grape-vine that the pretty little mouse I wanted to ask to the dance was reached before me by ANOTHER RAT!!!” Remy’s little shoulders sank. I suppose there’s no need to send her this rose… It would be a sad night at Linguini’s…
“Aww, Rem, don’t be like that.” Timothy patted Remy on the shoulder with a comforting smile. “You can still come to the dance. I can bring ya along wit’ some of my friends. It’ll be fun!”
Remy sniffed a bit. He didn’t feel like breaking down in front of Timothy. Timothy was a ‘cool’ mouse, and Remy wasn’t going to let his romantic French side get the better of him. “Ya? You don’t mind? I guess we could all stroll in, tuxed to the nines.” Maybe if I arrive and play my cards right, she’ll at least notice me. He didn’t think he’d gotten so attached, but it was so rare to find such talent and beauty wrapped in one perfect mouse. “Thanks Timothy… You’re a pretty swell friend.”
Timothy smiled at Remy again. He hated seeing a friend sad, even new ones, but he also knew that there were reasons behind what people felt. “We could,” the mouse replied with a chuckle. “Yer welcome, Remy. Hey, stop by me an’ Jimmy’s place sometime. We’d be happy ta help ya out.”
Remy grinned. “Thanks. I may do that.”
“Just found out through the grape-vine that the pretty little mouse I wanted to ask to the dance was reached before me by ANOTHER RAT!!!” Remy’s little shoulders sank. I suppose there’s no need to send her this rose… It would be a sad night at Linguini’s…
“Aww, Rem, don’t be like that.” Timothy patted Remy on the shoulder with a comforting smile. “You can still come to the dance. I can bring ya along wit’ some of my friends. It’ll be fun!”
Remy sniffed a bit. He didn’t feel like breaking down in front of Timothy. Timothy was a ‘cool’ mouse, and Remy wasn’t going to let his romantic French side get the better of him. “Ya? You don’t mind? I guess we could all stroll in, tuxed to the nines.” Maybe if I arrive and play my cards right, she’ll at least notice me. He didn’t think he’d gotten so attached, but it was so rare to find such talent and beauty wrapped in one perfect mouse. “Thanks Timothy… You’re a pretty swell friend.”
