angel keepin' this kinda stuff in his library... was sure that this was some kinda secret ya kept tucked away in there...
[he says, flipping to the next page.]
[if he could, Remmick would melt into a puddle right there. this fuckass bum bro.]
whaaat? no! ah swear, yer a dream come true! it's just...
[oh boy. how would he explain this to the angel sat next to him? he knew his angel kept a library of books, but...]
i ain't heard of a
[and he's buffering again. the book was interesting, yes... but surely he wasn't imagining such Things™ with Iruko, right?]
uhm. well, ya see... mm- the thing is-
[oh? whatever happened to his confident leader? what a nervous little bat he was being for the angel, his dove.]
[uh oh. a question about the book itself. he knew many classic American literature books; surely he can't fumble this question!]
guy named Nick? Nick... Carraway?
[oh no. now his boyfriend could see he wasn't reading The Great Gatsby! embarrassing.]
..right. And just who is the narrator of “The Great Gatsby,” my love?
( A soft smile in those angelic lips, taking a seat right next to the other man. )