GOOD AFTERNOON, CITIZENS OF THE NEXUS. Usually, Remy is content to…
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GOOD AFTERNOON, CITIZENS OF THE NEXUS. Usually, Remy is content to lurk on the sidelines and bother people in relative privacy, or to troll mercilessly from the safety of his PINpoint, somewhere far away where nobody can follow through on threats to break his face for hitting on you/r daughter/sister/girlfriend. But not today, oh no, today he is here asking a question IN PERSON.
And so: he is sitting the wrong way on a chair, arms crossed over the back of it, playing with a cigarette with his right hand (twirling and vanishing it and flicking the ends of it, bored, idle, something to occupy his hands and your eyes).
"So I recently figured out what my astrological sign is," he says, seeming very amused. "It said today I better exercise caution an' listen to my voice o'reason. Problem is I ain't got one, so who de hell knows how that's gon' go." He looks like he might actually light the cigarette he's screwing around with, but changes his mind. "Ya'll believe in that star business? What's it meant to do?"