that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
Running his tongue across his teeth in a gesture that screams his innocence, Remi allows his fingers to be taken as he shakes his head stiffly back and forth. "Well, I wouldn't say no quest." He argues, frowning slightly. "I did have to ask Ludo, so.."
Ronin would find Remi's upper arm just as he'd always remembered it, but no, there was no pain. Shaking his head, it's with a sudden flurry of movement that Remi's index finger zoooooms towards Ronin's belly button, floundering its way beneath his shirt to find its target. 'Ah, so..there is that." Remi explains, reaching out for his own wrist and tugging his hand back.
'I would not say that it has a mind of its own, but it has something of its own." Twisting in his own grip, his right hand wriggles, before Thing-walking its way onto Ronin's knee and up his thigh.
Ronin would find Remi's upper arm just as he'd always remembered it, but no, there was no pain. Shaking his head, it's with a sudden flurry of movement that Remi's index finger zoooooms towards Ronin's belly button, floundering its way beneath his shirt to find its target. 'Ah, so..there is that." Remi explains, reaching out for his own wrist and tugging his hand back.
'I would not say that it has a mind of its own, but it has something of its own." Twisting in his own grip, his right hand wriggles, before Thing-walking its way onto Ronin's knee and up his thigh.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
