Janus looks disparagingly at the ridiculous paper hat with the inscription ‘Dunce’. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, already knowing that he will not like the answer.
“Teach punished me for being a bad boy.”
Remus shows him a wide and reckless grin, looking actually proud of that incident. He probably is.
“So Logan gained the upper hand?” Janus asks just to be sure, teeth-gnashingly.
That didn’t go according to plan. He had sent the Duke for a reason. No one could create chaos better than him. The perfect trigger. Janus knows that, relied on it. But they failed. Again.
“We have lost a battle, not the war.” Remus shrugs his shoulders, carelessly, as if this all is not a great kick in the ass.
Janus stares at him and feels his left eyelid begin to twitch angrily. He hates it when everything goes wrong and there is no one to threaten, blackmail or blow up for it. He can’t cope with that.
“It’s not that bad, Jan,” he still insists. “I gave him a hard time, you know. Bear-trap, nails in his cornflakes, a zombie in the closet… I even sang pathetically.”
When Remus says such crazy things, they always sound like they actually make sense. It’s a talent.
“Common, let me show you.” He came closer, one hand already on his shoulder.
“Remus, buddy, yet is not the time for-”
Before Janus even starts to realize what’s happening, he finds himself on a stool with a butt rubbing his lap, dangerously close to his best piece.
“…”
Remus smirks, revealing a shark-like grin. He looks a bit sexy, but only a little, and Janus is too frustrated to acknowledge that. Hidden somewhere behind shapeless clothes and puffed sleeves from the designer hell, a ridiculous moustache and centimeter-thick makeup, Remus actually has a pretty face with finely cut features and puppy eyes. Rarely does anyone get to see that, because Remus doesn’t necessarily peddle it around.
“What are you doing?” Janus hisses, sounding like a snake ready to bite.
Undeterred, Remus continues. “Giving you an example how I drove Logan crazy.”
Janus closes his eyes and exhales audibly.
“Don’t tell me…”
“Not exactly like this, but I think you get the point.” Remus turns his head in Janus’s direction and laughs. He can feel his breath gently vibrating on his scales. “And you’re hot when you’re angry.”
“No! I’m angry when I’m angry.”
That’s a lie. Or something in between.
Only Remus ever dares to call him ‘hot’ and means it, which is perhaps down to the fact that he has a twisted taste, anyway. What person with sanity and reason would find a snake face attractive?
“Get off my lap or I’ll kill you.”
“You don’t.”
“Want to bet?”
Needless to say, that Remus stays where he is. He even has the audacity to lean back and rest on Janus’s chest. This sneaky rat!
Sometimes Janus wishes that Remus wasn’t so indifferent to death threats.
“Fine,” he says and wraps his arms around him like a boa around its prey. Tight and deadly. But not as deadly to honestly harm him, though.
For a couple of seconds they remain in silence, marvellous silence, which is so damn atypical for Remus that it should worry Janus. It doesn’t, however. Janus can feel Remus’s chest gently moving with a regular breath. It’s soothing. Somehow the annoying bastard always manages to calm him down in a strange way. Janus should be concerned.
“He’s almost back, Jan. I could see the orange glim in his eyes,” Remus whispers, sounding more sincere than one would ever expect from him.
“Hm,” huffs Janus, vaguely, loosening his grip a bit. Excitement and fear suddenly fighting in his chest. Well, that’s what they hoped for. Right?
The orange side has always been somewhat uncontrollable, though. Not uncontrollable in a way like Virgil, who had unexpectedly abandoned Janus for becoming one of the good guys. Ugh.
Before Janus can think about how uncontrollable and impulsive Remus is, he already starts to bounce from one buttock to the other.
“What now?”
“I’m bored,” Remus complains.
Even though he could have freed himself from Janus’s grip long ago, he still sits on his lap, inexplicably. Well, Remus has a lot of little things about him that defy any explanation. That’s a given. On top of that, he is terribly annoying. But at least he would never betray Janus, never let him down.
“We should do something,” Remus adds impatiently.
What Janus likes about that addition is the small word ‘we’.
“You still have to demonstrate me how Logan lectured you.” Janus clears his throat. “Are we gonna do that or what?”
There’s silence again. Then a strange mixture of an unreadable and mischievous grin slowly begins to spread on Remus’s face. “Okay.”
There is not much room in Janus’s life and in his thoughts. Not for other things except crazy plans and this web of deceit. Around Remus, however, there’s sometimes silence, elusive but undeniably marvellous.
So, to make sure we had sound working before watching the newest episode, myself and a few good friends ended up watching a few Flex Tape videos before the main event
