are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
The alchemist nods in agreement, the slight storm clouds that darken his gaze another acknowledgement. "Mort made it sound as though she was more to manage me than I was to her. Maybe I am her companion." He suggests with a single exhale of amusement.
Not wanting to talk about or think of Finn with his hands on Ronin, the alchemist lets the subject drop with a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "Ahh well, I shall be sure to savour this next one then." He replies menacingly, before offering his husband a wink as he departs to the bar. Remi isn't met with the same warm smiles and conversation that Ronin was, but as he's able to return to their table with two drinks without spilling any blood, he considers it a success.
Ronin's whiskey has a garnish of white sage, and instead of ice uses stones made cold in the Stonesong. Remi's gin appears to have been frozen inside of an ice bubble and as he carefully sets it down, he eyes it wondering if he's meant to break it apart or...wait for it to melt. 'Did you end up sending that jar of dirt back to Maeve?' Remi wonders conversationally as his hand once again slinks back onto Ronin's knee, before sliding up higher even as Remi's gaze remains entirely innocent.
Not wanting to talk about or think of Finn with his hands on Ronin, the alchemist lets the subject drop with a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "Ahh well, I shall be sure to savour this next one then." He replies menacingly, before offering his husband a wink as he departs to the bar. Remi isn't met with the same warm smiles and conversation that Ronin was, but as he's able to return to their table with two drinks without spilling any blood, he considers it a success.
Ronin's whiskey has a garnish of white sage, and instead of ice uses stones made cold in the Stonesong. Remi's gin appears to have been frozen inside of an ice bubble and as he carefully sets it down, he eyes it wondering if he's meant to break it apart or...wait for it to melt. 'Did you end up sending that jar of dirt back to Maeve?' Remi wonders conversationally as his hand once again slinks back onto Ronin's knee, before sliding up higher even as Remi's gaze remains entirely innocent.
remi
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
