it's not what it looks like
”Remi...” Ianto’s voice was gentle, and a touch surprised to see the alchemist so flustered. He couldn’t wipe the adoring smile off his face, gently flicking at one of Remi’s crimson tipped ears, as though that would help (it most certainly wouldn’t, no doubt). ”What am I supposed to do with you? You’ll pass out soon, with all the blood that’s rushing to your cheeks.” The fox sighed in mock disappointment, though he was genuinely worried that Remi couldn’t get more embarrassed.
Ah well. In for a penny. ”Maybe I’ll sell to those within the barrier. It depends on what she wishes of me,” he said, shrugging even as his fingers slid gently into curls thick with feathers. ”Shall we head back in? Or are you alright here?”
Ah well. In for a penny. ”Maybe I’ll sell to those within the barrier. It depends on what she wishes of me,” he said, shrugging even as his fingers slid gently into curls thick with feathers. ”Shall we head back in? Or are you alright here?”
