"What are you doing here?" The two adults chorused, looking at each other accusingly. "I asked you first." Nicolette said sternly, feeling the warmth of her park falling through her fingers. It was rejecting her warmth the colder she acted towards Remington, so she took a deep breath of the woodsy scent and felt the warmth return to her bones.

"I thought the woods were interesting, so I walked in. Now your story." Remington answered shortly, trailing his finger down a swig chain, his skin coming back stained orange from rust. He wrinkled his nose and wiped it off on his black pants. "This is my thinking spot." Nicolette answered equally shortly, gripping the chains by her temples tightly. Her tip toes pushed her slightly, so she swung soundlessly as she stared off into the sky. What stood out most to Remington was the silence. The park was so old, the chains should've squeaked, but they refused to.

Remington gently sat on the swing next to Nicolette, but he sat on it wrong. His legs were split on either side of the seat, instead of side-saddle like normal. He leaned back on the chain behind him, forgetting that the chains were rusted, and cocked an eyebrow towards Nicolette. He looked like a god.

"What're we thinking about then?" He asked presumptuously. Nicolette scoffed at his confidence. "Who said this was a 'we' situation?" She snarked, standing up and glancing around. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What the..." she mumbled, trailing off as she glared at the woodchips beneath her feet. Remington watched her in amusement as Nicolette frantically searched around her for something unknown to him. A bright white fluttering caught his eye, possessing him with curiosity as his body stood up on its own accord. He softly paced towards the top of the castle structure, the metal creaking below his feet as he purposefully placed one foot in front of the other in predetermined places. Remington didn't know how he could walk so expertly on the structure, but he did.

He carefully crouched on the equipment, his hand having a mind of its own as he picked up the piece or stark white paper by the corner. Remington's eyes twitched at the perfect white of the paper; it felt sinister and unreal to him. He dusted off the stray dirt particles, restoring the paper to seamless white as he stood up.

"Looking for this?" He called to the frantic woman below him. Her head snapped up, her ponytail swaying like a horses tail, as her eyes widened and narrowed at the paper in Remingtons hand. He watched as she murmured something to her self before she sprinted to the equipment and jumped up, pulling herself up the bars in front of him. She stood precariously on the other side of the safety railing in front of Remington, and plucked the paper from his slacked grasp. She smiled cheekily at him as se jumped backwards and landed on her feet, before spinning in her heels and making her way back to the swing.

"What the fuck?" Remington laughed. Nicolette smiled at him from across the park, her eyes twinkling in mischief. "Languaaaaage." She teased, watching as Remington pulled a cigarette out from his back pocket. He placed it behind his ear like a pencil, and hopped the railing, falling about eight feet to the ground. The woodchips muffled his landing as he fell into a crouch. "I'll say whatever the fuck I wanna say, Nicole." He said with a smirk, sauntering up to the swing again. Nicolette shook her head at the nickname, distaste peppering her face. "Please, if you're going to call me anything, call me Nicky." She pleaded.

"Well Nicky," Remington started with a feral smirk, and Nicolette couldn't deny it didn't suit him, "Call me Remi." He finished. "Or, Knight in shining armor, whichever works." Remington tacked in with a shrug, his body language completely relaxed and careless. Nicolette scoffed, "That seems like a mouthful, I think I'll stick to Remi." She said with a smile. She was smiling a lot, and it was odd to her. After all, he's just a stranger. A gaunt stranger. In fact, the more she looked at him, the more she realized he was hollow and sickly. Nicolette narrowed her eyes at him, "When was the last time you ate?" She asked suddenly, cutting the silence.

Remington looked at her in shock; he was fairly shaken. A lie was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't force himself the say it. Remington was speechless. Nicolette shook her head with a sigh, and stood up. "C'mon, I'll make you something to eat." She said, gesturing with her head. "Wh-What?" The man said, obviously shocked. Nicolette sighed, turning around and taking Remingtons wrist. "Come on, slowpoke."

"Hey hey!" Remington said quickly, stumbling over the swing as his boot got caught on the seat. He recovered almost seamlessly. "This is considered kidnapping." He huffed. Nicolette laughed quietly. "No, this is called being a humanitarian." She corrected, snatching her bag off the bench it mysteriously moved to and diving into the forest, Remington trailing behind her.

"It's been a hot minute since I've been to a girls house. Usually they just come to mine." Remington smirked. Nicolette blushed at his innuendo, laughing out of habit. "Ha! That's a lie." She teased. Remington looked at her with surprise. "You callin me a liar now?" Nicolette nodded, "Yeah, like any girl would want to go home with you." Remington faked a gasp, hand over his heart as he staggered backward dramatically. "That hurts Nicky, cuts real deep." His melodramatic response made Nicolette giggle profusely, she hadn't been able to talk to someone so freely before. "Oh, get over it you big baby."

"So what are you going to make me?" Remington said with a smile as they emerged from the forest, walking diagonally through the empty plain towards the sidewalk. "Cocaine and cotton balls." Nicolette said causally.

"What."