Remy liked to think she was patient, but in reality her patience was shorter the more she had something she wanted to do. In this particular moment her patience was woefully inadequate as she stared at the sleeping form of Desire McGee of whom she had extracted herself carefully from so she could get on with her morning. Calls made and a breakfast and coffee run (for Des) complete she was ready to be on with her day. Unfortunately her companion would sleep the day away if he could. The man was more cat then he would ever admit or just relishing in the downtime from his long years of service. Her internal timer hit zero and she leaned to poke him in the most ticklish part of his backside, prodding it over and over until he woke up. "Come on Des, we got shit to do today. Neither one of us drank that much or had someone over so it's time to get up." Being well, dead, had its advantages. In this case her ability to keep the excitement and emotion from her voice.  

Poke, poke, poke, poke. "Kitcat we have an appointment to look at a place, you can take a nap later. I have coffee and breakfast. You can eat on the way." Finally stopping her ticklish irritating poking once it looked like he was not only awake but looking like he was going to get up. Crossing her arms under her chest and waiting imperiously for the man cat to get his crap together. She had already dressed long ago and was in her usual black tank top and daisy duke ensemble complete with holsters under each armpit and shiny silvered guns sitting in them. If she was still alive she might have even felt the need to tap her foot. As it was the slight irritated contortion on the side of her face would have to do. 

Des couldn't help wanting to sleep as much as he wanted to. Damnit he spent twelve years in the military and before that he had school in another county to go to in the morning. This catman wanted to just have a lie in every morning that permitted it now. Especially since he had just started a job at the X mansion. It was nice to just sit back and enjoy the morning sun while cuddling his undead best friend. He had to say Remy took his feline need for touch at a remarkable level considering most people who'd seek out hugs from her would be eating bullets. Nope Des was happy that he held a special place in Remy's dark heart hole.

"Mmmrgggfff." Was his first semi intelligent response. Half of it...okay all of it was because he wanted to be an ass and keep sleeping but Remy was going to murder him with pokes if he didn't get up. So he gracefully sat up, clad only in boxers, and took the proffered coffee. Des drank it like a dying man drinking water and he could feel a little more humanoid now. Humoring Remy was his top priority right now and he started getting dressed in his jeans, t-shirt, and boots. Finally ready he stood and presented himself to his undead roommate. "Look I'm ready now where're we goin' 'n why?"

"Im impressed you managed to put your clothes on in the right order on only one cup of coffee." It was pure teasing on her part, she knew he could probably get dressed under fire and shoot back before his brain caught up with itself. As a peace offering for waking him up she handed over another cup and a breakfast sandwich in a paper bag from some small place, not fast food. She doubted he would notice the extra little touch, but it made her feel good about herself and that was increasingly important to her for some reason she couldn't fathom.

"Well if you want to live here forever we can, but figured you might like a place to stretch out a bit so to speak." Giving him the come hither gesture over her shoulder as she sauntered out the door in her usual no nonsense manner. "Keep up, didn't think you'd sleep in so long. Going to be late for our appointment." Pulling out the key fob from one of the tiny front pockets of her shorts and starting the car out of sight. Leaving it at that unless he was feeling particular talkative this morning she left it up to him to be conversant her mind clearly on other things. Rounding the corner and exiting out the parking lot a luxury model Bentley was already running. A few people were an admiring distance away, no doubt assuming it was a rental for some special occasion of which they weren't entirely wrong. It was a rental. 

"Your on radio co-pilot." Unlocking the doors with a beep and giving a shooing gesture to some too close people before clambering in. Waiting a moment for Des to slip into the passenger seat before backing out and setting off for the highway heading west. "The house in Jersey, but the commute to the mansion should be under 20 minutes if you can believe the internet." Alright maybe she would try and converse with her friend and enlighten him somewhat.

"Breakfy!" Des cheered in his half sleepy tone. There were few things that he loved more than not having to scrounge for food. Remy spoiled him, really. More than one cup of coffee and food was an easy way to get him in a good mood before the day really started for him. Which really got him a little suspicious as to why she was being extra nice this morning. Well nice was relative since she had been poking him right above his tail where he was extremely ticklish. Better than shouting his last name in a sergeant voice at least. That always got him awake and aware even faster than being shot at if only because he'd never met a nice drill sergeant. They weren't supposed to be nice but they'd always had a special interest in making Desire's life a living hell. He'd only repaid them in kind though so it was fair.

"The bed is a bit small fer two people..." Des hesitantly answered. He was taller than most people standing at 6'2'' if you didn't take his ears into account. He had a dancer's body though so at least he didn't take up too much width on the bed. Especially when he decided in his sleep that it was time to cuddle the life out of Remy. She'd been a good sport about his sleepy time cuddles. "So I take it we're not takin' Tinkerbell." Remy had been utterly exasperated the first time she had met his JLTV, it wasn't shiny, fast, or sexy like the name implied but he loved his Tinkerbell. Remy on the other hand found it 'impractical' and 'slow', Des however loved to point out Tinkerbell could survive all manners of harsh conditions. Not that there were many harsh conditions in New York but it was the idea that counted.

"I'm always on radio even when ya deign ta let me drive." Des teased. Clambering into the Bentley he had barely even started to buckle his seatbelt when Remy started to drive. Seatbelts were important, they kept one from being a projectile in the event of a crash. Not that Des was thinking that Remy was going to crash the car but it was something instilled in him in the navy. Safety precautions were important especially if one was a walking hot mess like Desire. Syncing his phone to the Bentley's sound system he picked Shake It Off because why not wiggle dance in the car?

"So we're gettin' a rental then? How much is my portion?" Desire asked as he wiggled in time to the music. This was a good idea on her part, Des had been worried about what to do about living arrangements. He had a room at the Mansion that was waiting for him to occupy but he doubted greatly that the Mansion would welcome his undead bestie as a roommate. The whole revenge murder every time she occupied a new body was a little tough to swallow for the sensitive folk he worked with. Not that they were wusses but what Remy did was definitely illegal and as people who worked closely with the police it'd be hard to allow her to continue to roam free. So he kept mum about her powers. He'd be in deep shit if anyone knew how much he knew but she was worth the risk. Remy was a good person, messed up, but good at her very core...well if you looked at it hard enough you'd see it. Or maybe that was just Des.

The physical affection had been.. different. It was also perfectly safe and without ulterior motives as surreptitious testing lead her to believe that when he said that he was gay it wasn't any sort of weird lie to make her comfortable. In fact Remy figured he was probably in the top 10 for New York's gayest male bachelor's list. In a single night of cuddling she had received more physical affection in a single night then she could remember in the previous decade. One night tumbles in the sheets excluding and not really counting for wholesome affection. She enjoyed it, but wasn't about to ever admit it to Des.

She shot a look at Des and shook her head. "No we are not taking your tank on wheels." For a multitude of reasons. Not least of which the place they were going was in a nicer neighborhood and they weren't about to roll up for the first time in anything less than a luxury car of some type. First impressions mattered and she was self aware to admit they were probably going to be the only good impressions they were liable to leave. 

"True enough, DJ Des." Shooting him a smirk that didn't reach her eyes, but softened imperceptibly at his happy wiggle dancing as the rode along. Happy to enjoy his good mood if only from a secondary position. Letting him drive wouldn't have honestly been that big of a deal except she didn't want to give up where they were going until the last moment and she didn't want to feel the closest recreation to her still heart having a heart attack. It was just safer for the denizens of New York and the surroundings states that way. A true woman of the people she was.

She shot him a look with a pinched face of confusion. "Uh, we can figure out the deets later." If he really wanted to pay her rent, she wouldn't object. Everyone had to adhere to her own principles. That was what he meant right? This domestication shit was complicated. 

Before long they crossed over the Hudson river into New Jersey and headed north on the highway a bit before taking an off ramp and heading west again. The neighborhood was clearly upscale place, the houses were all in good condition and the cars that were actually parked in the street were all newer and high end. She stopped suddenly and glanced out the passenger window. "Almost missed it." Not bad for not using GPS she figured. Admittedly it was off the main road so it limited things a bit. Their was also a woman in a nice, skirt and jacket holding a leather portfolio case. She backed up slowly into the driveway and took in the property as she did so. 

"Yard space looks pretty good." Giving it an approving nod, as much for the clear sightlines to the street as its aesthetic presentation. Not having a yard was a big no go for her which is why her search for a place in New York was fruitless and the houses she liked would have been more than an hour commute for Des. Neither of which were winning propositions. 

"Initial impressions? Anything stand out to you before we go talk to the agent?" Looking pointedly at him for... some undefinable something. Giving him a moment to respond, before slipping out of the car with her usual easy grace. Taking a moment to wait for him to follow so they could walk up and give an impression of solidarity. Poor real estate women. 

 

Des knew he was an affectionate guy once people shifted from strangers to safe to cuddle. He still hugged his parents and his family's various pets were definitely not safe from being held and cuddled. Certainly it had been a little weird for him to start cuddling a dead body for all intents and purposes. No comforting heartbeat, no breathing, a weird sort of cool sensation to the touch. She was human shaped though and gave some really good pets so he got over his animal instincts and cuddled her. A decision his waking and sleeping mind could agree on as excellent.

Flying blind with no details on how on earth he was going to pay rent was not exactly what Des would describe as 'okay'. He wasn't a control freak by any stretch of the imagination but he also liked knowing things. Still he wasn't gonna bitch or moan about what Remy was obviously trying to do. She wanted whatever living space she had picked out for them to be a surprise. Knowing Remy he also knew that this surprise wasn't going to lead him into therapy or question her sanity.

At least that was what he thought as they drove into New Jersey with the radio blaring upbeat pop music. It was moving music, the kind that made it hard to just sit still. So Des ignored convention of what a 30 year old man should do in this situation and wiggled happily in time with the changing beats. He looked like a lunatic but that was really okay since he always looked like he was vomited from Lewis Carroll's mind while the man was on absinthe.

When they got to the admittedly nice neighborhood Des started to feel a little uneasy. There didn't seem to be apartments in this area and it looked too put together and posh for duplexes. What the hell was Remy thinking bringing him into such a nice place? What were they going to rent? Was it a room? Rooms were fine it wasn't like Des and Remy hadn't been cohabiting for the last couple of months together in a teeny motel room.

Side eyeing Remy hard Des wondered if this was an elaborate prank or if this was for real. "Uh Remy love, how tha fuck am I affordin' rent in this place? I don't wanna go in 'n love it 'n then cry at tha price tag. Are we rentin' a room? If we are then why tha fancy agent 'n not tha owners?" He asked in genuine confusion. His butt remained in the seat but he had at least taken off his seatbelt. Cursing when she slipped out of the car without giving him all the answers to his questions.

Following her like the obedient giant cat man he was he scoped out the place. Fancier neighborhood than what he was used to, then again he'd been raised on a farm surrounded by land, animals, and little cousins. It was a lovely ranch style house with a large front yard perfect for gardening. He'd love to grow some vegetables and herbs and fruits here. No wait. Stop getting distracted, Remy was planning on something and was leaving Des out of the loop for the moment.

Ugh, she was making Des even more antsy than anticipated. Did he hate the idea of living with her in a nicer place and giving people the wrong impression? She was self aware enough to admit that hurt some and had spent far too long bottling up her emotions, encasing them in concrete and dropping them into the ocean to let it show. Slowly she realized that Des had completely the wrong idea and it soothed her unseen ruffled feathers and paused and held up a hand to him, thankfully still out of easy earshot. "Look you know fancy people are odd. If they want to turn the place into a rental unit they'd want to do it without their neighbors knowing and being able to complain right? Makes perfect sense to have middle person looking for potential renters and using a management service to gauge interest and fill up the place before people can really do anything about it but bitch." 

Perfectly happy to lead her giant cat companion along the wrong road and remove the worst of the anxiety so he can inspect the place without anxiety coloring his perceptions. A bonus was being able to happily surprise him later.

Once he looked a tad less anxious she resumed their walk up the sidewalk and gave the agent a perfunctory nod. "We are your 8 o'clock appointment."

The poor woman gave the quickest of glances to her guns then the looming cat man before resting back on Remy's face, the professional, polite smile never wavering. "Perfect right this way please." Des with his amazing gay senses would be able to tell even the agent was high end. Her clothes tailored and her shoes weren't anything to sneeze at either. Instead of leading them inside she unlocked the door and gestured for them to enter, following after them and closing the door and standing off to the side, clear of the door, but not leaving the entryway. 

Remy gave a slight nod to the woman as if it was planned and looked to Des. "Well we have the run of the place. I gave it a good look on the website before coming over and  your going into this blind so I will let you lead the way." Not to mention it was easier to watch him and gauge his reactions when she could peer around to look at his face or watch how his tail was acting.