REMI
"Mmm, not quite." Remi replies with a slight shake of his head. "It was oddly...emotional, I suppose. Though we did talk about the merits of being an asshole for a season or two when life calls for it." Shrugging boyishly, it's with a rather adoring if not mischievous gaze that he regards the man astride him.
"I think tonight we ought to cook something that merits wearing this sort of accessory." Because of course for a man like Remi, a cravat would be worn only for a special occasion. "And it will be the only thing I wear." He adds, reaching down to grab a handful of his husband's ass in a gesture he hopes will add enough friction to have them both rethinking their decision to become proper citizens of Torchline.
"I think tonight we ought to cook something that merits wearing this sort of accessory." Because of course for a man like Remi, a cravat would be worn only for a special occasion. "And it will be the only thing I wear." He adds, reaching down to grab a handful of his husband's ass in a gesture he hopes will add enough friction to have them both rethinking their decision to become proper citizens of Torchline.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
