xp_logs | Manuel & Remy

Manuel goes to see Remy and it goes as expected.

"I brought you muffins, you see. Amara made them," Manuel said, placing the basket on the table. "She's a resident at the mansion, someone I've been giving riding lessons to--" He cut himself off, countering Remy's look. "Not those types. Although I did ask her to put poison in them. She refused - said it would change the taste." He sat down in a chair across from Remy, tugging on the cuff of his sleeve thoughtfully.

"Emma's said you have not been well."

"Since you now here, it's all sunshine and roses, Manuel." Remy said sourly, leaning back from his seat at the boardroom table, wondering whether it was Amanda or Emma who let him in here, and what revenge would be appropriate. "Dere some kind of White Court meeting scheduled dat I don't know 'bout?"

"Funny, Emma asked that same question just the other day. Can I not come without having to rest my excuses on what the courts are doing? Everything needs a reason with you," he criticized.

"Since we don't exactly count as having some kind of casual social relationship, or wanting one, oui, it does, Manuel." Remy said sharply. He wasn't entirely in the mood to play games with the empath today. "Unless de delivery of muffins is now you new life's vocation."

"It would be an easier life, yes? Deliver, accept cash. It is simliar to what I do now, but on a different scale. You do it too, except with bodies."

"You don't have de slightest idea what I do, homme." Remy's voice, not terribly friendly to begin with, became cold and razor laced at the comment.

"No, however, guessing is appropriate since I do know what you are feeling." Manuel stood, pushed his chair in. "Consider this social call at an end. I came to see if you were well, not to have a pissing contest with you, Senor."

"Don't try and play games wit' me, Manuel. It won't go good for you." Remy said darkly, picking up one of the muffins and peering at it. There was a slight glow around his fingers, as the Cajun was obviously resisting the urge to charge the dessert and put it through Manuel; a trick that was easily possible thanks to LeBeau's powers.

"Games are for my heritage, Remy and I tire of your accusation. Your paranoia will kill you one day. Not save you." He said without malice, firmly closing the door behind him.