Meet-Cute Marathon: Day 28 - Person A covers their webcam with tape. Person B (agent) "Are you mad at me?"

Word count: 480

FBI Man

Remus can't help but be paranoid after he scrolls through tumblr and twitter and sees a whole mess of FBI memes and warnings. He isn't one to buy into things, but it wouldn't be so surprising to find out that there was a FBI agent watching his every move. The government had been known to spy before.

It's one of the reasons why Remus is now sat on his bed, rolling washi tape in his hands as he contemplates covering his webcam. Should he do it? Is he finally having a mental breakdown? No, not at all. It wouldn't be crazy to do so. His mate Peter has all of his cameras covered.

With one last debate, Remus cuts a piece of washi tape out and covers his laptop's camera. It's silent for a few moments and Remus is now debating if he should remove it when a link from Skype pops up. Remus frowns when he doesn't recognize the username or contact.

Someone named Mr. Black is trying to do a video call with him. He opens up the chat, tape still over the lens.

His screen is filled with a handsome man in a suit, wearing earphones and smiling sheepishly.

"Are you mad at me?" Mr. Black asks, pouting. Remus isn't sure how to respond. He's never seen this man before in his life. He opens his mouth and closes it. Mr. Black sighs and points up. "The piece of tape? I thought we had a good relationship."

"You can't be serious," Remus replies, looking at this man again. This man was his assigned agent? "Are you sure you aren't a model? Is this a prank?"

Mr. Black shakes his head and lowers his voice. It sends shivers down Remus' spine. "Sorry, love, but it's actually me. You're very cute and it makes me sad to think I won't be able to help you throughout your day."

"What do you mean, help?"

"Well, I can hear you and see you, so it makes it easier for me to pull up the most relevant source materials for your essays and assignments. I also maybe send you cheering up messages to your tumblr and I might have sent a message from your friend's numbers to your chats. Whatever it takes to make you smile.

Oh, and I definitely look away when you, uh, masturbate. Seems invasive."

Remus laughs and feels stunned. "That is invasive to you? Oh, my. I think I need time to process this."

"Definitely understand that."

"I'll take the tape off in the morning and we'll have a proper chat," Remus says, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that FBI agents really spied on the citizens. He bites his lip at the gorgeous man and smiles. At least his agent is pretty damn attractive. "Night, Mr. Black," he says right before closing his laptop.