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Remus never remembers faces, no matter how much focus he puts into it. He can glance at someone's outfit for 10 seconds and remember it better than their face, even if he spends an entire conversation trying to remember it. Just trying to know people's faces seemed to be why Remus was often told he had a creepy stare but he didn't mind that kind of compliment so just carried on.
It did however cause issues when meeting people away from the context he knew them in. If Remus didn't recognise someone, especially as a teenager, he'd interrupt saying so, until given context or a name to place them in. Then he found it was literally easier to reverse it; Treat everyone as if he's known them forever and he'll either make a new friend or have the other person wondering whether they have met before. Even better was that doing that avoided insulting any of the friends he managed to make.
Tonight his brother had insisted on dragging him to some acting event and immediately wandered of to make connections through small talk. Roman claimed it would help Remus expand his shrinking group of friends but really seemed to just not want to arrive alone.
“Remus, I don't care if you think you might know people here. Mingle!” Roman popped up for a moment, apparently heading to the drinks table and was already gone before Remus could get a retort out. He'd yell it anyway but causing a scene wasn't half as interesting as the outfit a guy was wearing across the room.
Jacket covered in purple patches, with pins and a few chains hooked onto it, covering a torn and repaired top, paired with jeans loose enough it would just take cutting the inner seam and sewing them together to make a perfect skirt, including excess pockets and extra chains. The entire outfit had Remus wanting to talk to him, but also seemed way too familiar, as if he'd met the man before.
Remus spent another minute watching the man before deciding there was nothing to do but go and chat. He'd either be following Roman's encouragement and making a new friend, or he'd find out how he knows the man, preferably before saying too much.
“I never get these events or why Ro likes them so much.” He began as soon as he'd leant against the wall next to the man. “He won't even let me cause any chaos or start a food fight.”
“Sounds dull, man.” The replied was low, and definitely a voice Remus hadn't heard speaking before, but not a refusal to talk so he was going to remain.
He nodded rapidly, “The dullest! I don't even work in this business even peripherally. There's literally no reason I should be here, but prissy says he has to have someone to talk to then runs off showing no care at all that his brother is just questioning everything about being here. It's enough for me to riot. Wanna join in?”
“Er, No! I'm actually meant to be here. Who are you anyway?” From the crinkled brow to cautious eyes, Remus should have been concerned, instead he bounced a little.
“Oh Jenga! I haven't met you before! I can ask you on a date then!” He clapped a little at that realisation. It could get awkward to ask someone out if he already knew them and had already been rejected before.
He got no response to the request though, instead the man gestured to himself. “How were you uncertain about having met me?” He demanded.
“I forget faces and your fashion is familiar!” He countered immediately, paying no heed to how loud his voice was, despite a number of glances being thrown at him.
“From magazines I bet,” The guy huffed out, “I'm Virgil Stewart of Midnight Terrors! The guitarist who I assume you've heard of if you recognised my outfit.”
Remus checked him out again, throwing his minds back to trying to remember any face, even just one staring out of the pages of a magazine. The Midnight Terrors weren't his favourite band but they were decent to listen to, if he didn't want to send Roman insane that day. “Is that a no to going on a date with me then?” He asked instead of commenting on that.
“It's a no if you expect me to wear this outfit every time we meet just so you can recognise me, cause gross dude.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Besides, you still haven't introduced yourself.”
“I'm Remus, trash goblin of your night terrors and just say something and I'll know who you are. I'm pretty good at remembering voices, especially ones as sexy as yours sounds.” He grinned, trying to split his face in half with it.
Virgil swatted at him with on hand. “I'll decide that, you focus on planning a date I'm not going to get hassled by fans for agreeing to.”
“No one would interrupt us if we raided the dump! Or – or there's a cliff about half a days walk from the nearest road I love going to. Basically nobody even realises the top is accessible without climbing it. That would be really private.” Remus would have listed more ideas if Virgil hadn't snickered.
“Let's leave the dump for a date later on. That sounds like something a murderer would suggest and I wanna know you aren't looking to kill me before doing that.” He suggested.