the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
"Two and three-quarters." Remi counters, as if they're suddenly bartering. As Ronin's arm moves back around his waist, the alchemist feels as though he's simultenously won and lost, which all things considered is probably the best outcome. 'Thank you, husband." Just as he's about to slip his hand into Ronin's back pocket and drag their total just that much closer to an even three, he's stopped. But not to be pressed against a tree as his lower half might have thought.
"Is.." someone trapped inside, he's about to ask, when Ronin pops a very unexpected, but not unwelcome question. Indeed, it has the alchemist grinning from ear to ear, and rather than answering, Remi instead slips his arm through Ronin's and begins to drag the Huntsman into the river.
The water as much as this happy turn of events has fully watered down Remi's thoughts of shirts tossed into bushes and backs pressed against trees (all the more so as the water rises just below his crotch). 'Is...this at all like the wagon?' He asks cautiously. And by that of course he means, is it stolen?
Not that he minds, of course.
"Is.." someone trapped inside, he's about to ask, when Ronin pops a very unexpected, but not unwelcome question. Indeed, it has the alchemist grinning from ear to ear, and rather than answering, Remi instead slips his arm through Ronin's and begins to drag the Huntsman into the river.
The water as much as this happy turn of events has fully watered down Remi's thoughts of shirts tossed into bushes and backs pressed against trees (all the more so as the water rises just below his crotch). 'Is...this at all like the wagon?' He asks cautiously. And by that of course he means, is it stolen?
Not that he minds, of course.
Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without
With You I'm never without
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.
