Young Writers Society

Emile just nodded. It didn’t take very long for him to doze off.

Remy just stayed there and watched him

(Hey)

(Wait it's July why's the website Christmas themed-)

{The Christmas in July event’s today :D}

(Oh, cool)

{Ye}

{so uh how r u?}

(I'm pretty good. you?(

{I’m doing good, I leave for Mexico on Tuesday so I’m excited about that. I’ll try to keep in touch don’t worry}

(Ok, don't die pls-(

{I’ll try not to, although I’m already dead inside /hj}

{Anyways, I had this new idea for an rp- prince/guard/palace worker x criminal in the dungeon}

(I'm intrigued)

{:D}

{I’m thinking Demus for this?}

(Y e s)

{Alright- make Remus whoever you’d like. It would make more sense if Remus was the criminal, but I also have an idea for how Remus got down to the dungeon in the first place if he’s a prince, so it’s ur call ig}