Short Time No See PV Closed

She really pushed this 'not short' agenda on him, didn't she? He looked at her sternly, not moving at all. He just stared at her with his eyes locked on her like some kind of a target. She subtly demanded him to drop the issue, at least that was what he felt like. But oh, how the boy loved Newton's 3rd law of motion. For every equal, there was the same kind of opposition. As long as she'd press it, he'd press it too! Now that she had challenged him in this small competition, he had no intention of losing.

"Christmas break? What are you waiting for, lamebrain? It'll only get worse, the pain. We're going to get that checked," there was some type of hesitation in his voice. She really seemed to be against doing something about her wrist. Maybe she had some kind of a trauma when it came to nurses? Well, the brunette would have to simply throw that out of the window, wouldn't she? She scolded him and he impatiently waited for her to be over with her lecture. Yes yes, he knew what he had done wrong. Now they had more important things to do!

"Never mind the books, we're going - to - ack," he tried to reach the collar of her clothes to drag her with him. His hand was once again maybe an inch too short for that. It was like watching a toddler try to reach for some sweets, or maybe a cat trying to reach their favorite toy.
"Come on dim-wit, we have places to go," he growled once again.

They stared at each other, both not moving like statues for a while. Remy felt like he was in one of those wild west movies. Just before the shoot-off, when both of the opponents just stared at each other intensely. He'd call her names as long as she kept resisting his assistance. For once, he did offer some and she had the audacity to reject him. Oh, I'll get ya for sure, he thought, finally moving after their little staredown. He suspected that she really just did not like hospitals. Remy didn't like the sterile smell and being surrounded by people that looked like corpses either. Who would? He'd much rather be prancing out and about, doing bad cartwheels and splashing in the water.


She assumed that he just wasn't going to drop the books and get killed by the librarian later. Remy would do something like that, he really disliked losing. Failing to grab her collar, he just shot some looks with hidden daggers in them. Why couldn't she just bear the pain for a minute? This dim-witted, stubborn girl! Stopping his attempts, he let out a loud 'Hmph' as he lost to her stubbornness. He thought so for a second until she suddenly changed her mind. Wondering what could have caused such a quick turn of her opinion. Perhaps he had managed to beat some sense into her with all the namecalling. He made a mental note to continue that the next time he'd see her do something dumb.

"Oh really? I'd totally race you even with these books if you weren't such a klutz. Don't you dare run now though," he defended himself with a lame comeback. Remy didn't even notice where they were going, nor did he question her. After all, a second-year would know better than him how things worked and where everything was in here. After a while, he did get a bit of a strange feeling. Looking at her face for some kind of confirmation that this truly was the direction they were supposed to head to, he raised his brow and subtly tilted his head in a questioning way.

It was like watching two rams ram into each other. One would call the other stubborn while being just as stubborn himself. Another one would refuse and confuse, only adding more fuel. It was a dysfunctional duo, the two of them. As she sighed, his face might have changed a bit. It was funny, how she got ticked off by him. He enjoyed her subtle but still visible reactions. She was asking for him to stop calling her names. He decided to obey for now since she too had listened to his request.

She told him that she wouldn't race him because she did not want to. She told him that they were going in the wrong direction, on purpose! Girls, such enigmatic creatures... A code that could never be cracked. An equation that had no answer. He too started feeling suspicious. Was she lost too? Were they and their books and sprained wrists going to venture left and right like this? He amused himself with that idea. At least she got more time to get to know him, for he was such an interesting person. In all seriousness, he huffed very faintly.

"If we're lost, just tell me and we can stop walking in circles," he gave out another free grin, bumping her side very lightly and playfully with his elbow.

She insisted on not being lost and revealed her escape plans basically right there right then. They turned around to face the right direction, and even the boy that usually wore a flat expression on his face looked confuse. She was almost as enigmatic as the maze named Hogwarts corridors. She admitted into not liking the hospital wing, and he wrinkled his nose like a twitching bunny at the thought of the sterile smell. She told him to hurry up and he tried making his strides a bit longer.

She told him to tell something, and Remy Alto being the usual Remy Alto he is, just couldn't resist being the smartypants this time. "Something," he answered quite literally, a very stupid and small grin appearing on his face. He did become more serious in the matter of seconds though, knowing that no one would appreciate such a dumb joke as his. Remy thought for a second, what should he say? What did she want to hear about him? Well, she didn't ask specifically about him, but he'd love to boast about himself. People usually liked to talk about themselves a lot, and Remy was not an exception.

"Whaddya wanna hear?" he said, catching up to her speed.

She shook her head and he nodded to defy her once more. What did he like to do for fun? It didn't take him too long to find an answer. He was the type of person who wasn't too crazy about many things, but once he found something he liked, he completely drenched himself in it.
"I like music. A lot. I want to make a living out of it. I'm good at coming up with lyrics and composing songs I guess," he thought of what else did he like. There were really a few options that would entertain him when he had free time.

He didn't want to give out more information. Nothing came for free, right? Besides, if your opponent knew too much about you, it would turn into a weakness. The thought of knowing that someone was aware of your weaknesses made him a bit anxious. Besides, writing poems (he had disguised it as 'writing lyric's) was kinda embarrassing in his opinion! Just as he was about to ask if she liked to do something else than drawing as he had observed earlier, she asked him if he played any sports.

"I like to play football, if you call it soccer I'll kill you," his words were threatening, but his face and tone were soft enough for it to not even feel like a threat! He raised his brows in a way to ask if she was interested in anything else than drawing portraits.