RONIN
"Most brothels would argue that it feeling like an eternity is a good thing," Ronin points out, but of course he knows better when it comes to the specifics of Remi's visit to the place. And while one hand is still very happily feeling the lack of teeth on the alchemist's kraken suckers, the other reaches up to tuck an errand curl behind his ear. "I can imagine well enough that I think my balls are trying to climb back up inside my body," he informs him sweetly - only to suddenly find his husband choking on air.
"Are you alright?" he asks, eyes widening as he gives a double take down at his partially shifted arm and hand. "I can't decide whether you've just discovered a new kink, or if we should pretend it never happened." Having no idea, of course, of the wealth of sensory information available (ish) to the alchemist - Ronin is just coming to terms with squid teeth, come on - he assumes he has managed to tickle Remi, or something similar.
"Are you alright?" he asks, eyes widening as he gives a double take down at his partially shifted arm and hand. "I can't decide whether you've just discovered a new kink, or if we should pretend it never happened." Having no idea, of course, of the wealth of sensory information available (ish) to the alchemist - Ronin is just coming to terms with squid teeth, come on - he assumes he has managed to tickle Remi, or something similar.
one more wish for you
