Only Echoes Answer Us PV Dinara Lucey Finished

[Font= Allegra]H[/Font]e stuck out his tongue for extra drama, pretending that the rat fever was already kicking in, the rat-blood running through his veins. It would be any moment now that he'd turn into 'RatMan' and devastate the castle, sending his little rats through the sewers and infect the rest of the students. It was like another plague playing in his mind. Remy was really having his fun daydreaming about this cataclysm, but it all ended quite short when she started screeching like a banshee again.

He couldn't help but wince again at the scream. One of the biggest mysteries in this castle would be the physics behind her voicebox. How did she do it? How did she scream so loud? How did she manage to have a range that could reach those high screams and those low guttural growls? Man, even someone with a clear voice like Remy could be jealous about that. Maybe if she practiced, she could be good at this whole singing business. The boy amused himself with the idea of small Dinara Lucey mounting the stage and belting out the queen of the night's aria.

Her pathetic attempts to try to move him to another room, which he assumed was the hospital wing, made him struggle to keep a neutral face and stop laughing. He made some kind of an odd, gross sound as he closed his eyes and stuck his tongue further. He was going to let this go on for a while before she mentioned being arrested. "Bleeegh-wait a minute...?" Remy sat up quickly and snapped his gaze back at her, mapping her face out as if this was their first meeting. "You were thinking about being arrested all along? That's the first and foremost thought? The priority?" he blinked a few times, slowly raising a brow. What an anticlimactic disappointment! No sobbing over his dead and cold corpse, no death wishes.

For some reason, his chest felt a bit empty. Well, what had he really expected? Some kind of a tragic high-end performance? Nudging his cheek, he glanced back at the wall, his gaze now empty.

Remy, I don't quite get why you feel disappointed right now.

He started an inner monologue about how he should be glad that she was ready to take action instead of just starting to cry. Even if her attempts were a bit...sad, he appreciated the gesture. Looking back, he smiled widely. No need to be gloomy, Remy Alto was always in a cheerful mood! I was just goofing around with you. Don't worry, I don't have rat fever...at least I don't think so..." he said ominously.

[Font= Allegra]R[/Font]emy was an odd kid when it came to dealing with anything negative, let alone negative emotions. Any sort of emotions, really! By being cheerful 24/7, he did not have to deal with any negative emotions. It was like his natural state of mind that he had trained himself to uphold. Truthfully, he did like to mope around in his preteen hormones more behind the closed doors. Of course, he was a human being and sometimes couldn't hold it in. When he felt sour and bitter, he often took it on others. The people weak in his eyes often got to be his buffer as he let his frustrations out. Bad feelings manifesting as bullying was not noble at all, but Remy had never been met with resistance that would shake him awake.

She really was the one infecting everyone else here. For some reason, her emotions were always extremely contagious. He could feel the sting of guilt in her heart by her voice and in a matter of seconds, he mirrored that sting right back. The boy wanted to shake this emotion off as fast as he could. It felt terrible, he never felt guilt for anyone like this. "No...wait-" his voice trailed off, well, more like was cut off quite quickly by one slap on the cheek.

The sting changed places from his heart (if that existed, anyway) to his cheek. It wouldn't hurt too much, it was a weak performance from her. Had she been literally anyone else, Remy would have probably critiqued their poor slapping technique before proceeding to kick their backsides. This time, he just slid his hand on his cheek. It was red due to the fact of how pale his skin was, it reacted with literally anything. Remy often found himself bruised and full of scars despite the actual injuries being very small in size. This wasn't how he envisioned for the first time that he was slapped to go. Still, it hurt. Not physically per se, but mentally. He didn't want to be pushed away by her. For some reason, her opinion and attitude towards him mattered.

"Wait. Don't go, please?" Remy's voice faltered much more than he would have liked it to. He immediately cleared his throat afterward. He did not want her to have to listen to his squealing voice akin to a rat in distress. His plea wasn't about physically leaving him either. He knew that the last thing she probably wanted right now was for someone to touch him, but he did it anyway. Remy lightly grabbed a little piece of the robes on her back, tugging it so slightly that she could probably barely feel his grip there. It was his own way of making sure that she wouldn't run away or pretend not to hear him.

There was nothing that he hated as much as admitting that he had been in the wrong and apologize. Surely, this had proved to be a problem in the Alto family as he frequently liked to piss his siblings and parents off alike. "I'm sorry," he muttered, barely audible as he slid his other hand down too, trying to get closer despite her warning him with the ferocious strength of her jaws.

[Font= Allegra]H[/Font]e raised his hands up in the air as if he was the one about to get arrested. Her choice of weaponry was the sad and thin tail of the Gummy rat that he still felt bad about. Remy looked left and right to make sure that there were no rats around to witness their decapitated friend. Remy was lucky enough to never have witnessed a big rat decapitating a gummy human and would have liked to keep it that way for the sake of his own sanity.

He was glad that she was unwilling to leave him here. He would have probably sobbed in some stall for years and become the next ghost to haunt the toilets 'til the end of the time. Remy was aware that Dinara was not comfortable with apologizing at all. It had happened a couple of times, each and every time she refused to look him in the eye and the tone of her voice reminded him of his long lost love, Sharon.

He let her robes go and his face cleared up. It was only now that Remy realized that he had been on the verge of crying throughout the whole time. He hoped that his eyes weren't too glassy and she wouldn't notice how he had struggled to be holding up until now. He prided himself of not being unreasonably emotional and hated it now too how he had let her in for a couple of seconds on his other side. He preferred for her to see the ever-cheerful Remy Alto who was always down for a good time. He did feel awfully giddy now that she had admitted to being worried about him. They might have been rivals in his head but their relationship had started to resemble a friendship or something if anything.


He decided to keep quiet, preferring not to say anything. If he would open his mouth he'd probably start squealing or sniffling like a rat. The boy just shook his head gently and selected for a hug himself too. He was extremely comfortable, too comfortable when invading someone's privacy. At first, he struggled to figure out how to hug someone considerably shorter. In the end, he found their hug quite snug. He was a good head and a fourth taller than him so he opted for squeezing her face and body against his chest and placing his jaw on top of her head. Remy squeezed a bit harder than usual as some kind of revenge for slapping him.

Then the insecurities started flooding in. He probably smelled like sewer rats, which he assumed did not smell good. Besides, his heart was racing and not only because of the earlier chase. He found this all a bit...embarrassing despite usually being a rowdy kid who did not grasp the concept of personal bubbles. Gently patting her back with his hand, he became awfully aware of how soft her hair was. Funny, it looked quite dry but felt smooth. What was the secret behind her shampoo?

[Font= Allegra]H[/Font]e was too occupied with himself to even extend his thoughts to her. She could have melted in his hands into alien goo and he'd still be absorbed with being worried about how embarrassing he was being. She was the one who initiated the hug so he thought that it was okay to hold someone in your arms for a second. Then why was he blushing so furiously? Could it be...RAT FEVER???!! No, it might have been his sentimental thoughts just wandering around. He wouldn't describe her as much of a charmer but he still couldn't cool his cheeks down no matter how much he tried to. Sometimes, he wished that his willpower would be enough to control these involuntary bodily functions.

When she pushed him gently away, he didn't mind this time or see it as a form of rejection. Had she not done that, he would still be locking her, trying to decipher what possible shampoo this was. Was it some kind of wizard shampoo? Magical? Anyway, back to the girl and not her hair. Remy struggled to understand what she was saying. Something about how she had to go accompanied by some mumble rapping in the end. She took off and he struggled to keep himself from laughing when she kept hitting the walls and struggled to find the exit. He was more worried about her than amused by this sight. Had she been infected with the rat fever? "The way out, it's- yup, right there, no, oh no, gosh," he winced every time she hit the wall and had to look away in the end.

When she was gone, a weird silence ascended in the room. It reminded him of just how loud that little ball of fiery fury could be. He snapped from his trance as he could hear squealing not that far away from him. He looked down only to see Sharon (or one of her 100 sisters) nibbling on the tail of the gummy rat. Remy gave the rat a disgusted look before giggling lightly and exiting himself.

Remy Alto exits the scene