for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
"Oh? You already had one planned for the possibility that our daughter would decide to date a murdering pirate?" Sighing heavily, were it not for the way Ronin intentionally tried to release himself from the dark grip of planning the murder of Flora's ... well, whatever Jack was to her, Remi likely would not have been able to do the same.
Glancing down at the menu between them and frowning, the Bastion sighs and shakes his head. "I'll go order us drinks. You ... I'll have whatever you're having." Nothing sounded good at the moment which meant he'd likely just pick at whatever was brought to him. If nothing else, if he ordered the same thing as his husband, at least Ronin could have it as leftovers.
Rising and heading toward the bar where Flora promised she'd come over to chat just as soon as she could, Remi nodded stiffly before returning not with the drinks he'd ordered, but with two new creations that Flora had wanted their opinions on. Slouching back down, Remi places the cocktails before his husband with a wince. One had a rim loaded with sugar and whose ingredients had apparently been chosen specifically so that they wouldn't mix with one another, leaving distinct layers of flavour. The other was the no-colour of too much alcohol and was served with a wedge of lemon. "Err...Flora wants our thoughts." He mumbles by way of explanation, before nodding at the drinks and giving Ronin first dibs.
Glancing down at the menu between them and frowning, the Bastion sighs and shakes his head. "I'll go order us drinks. You ... I'll have whatever you're having." Nothing sounded good at the moment which meant he'd likely just pick at whatever was brought to him. If nothing else, if he ordered the same thing as his husband, at least Ronin could have it as leftovers.
Rising and heading toward the bar where Flora promised she'd come over to chat just as soon as she could, Remi nodded stiffly before returning not with the drinks he'd ordered, but with two new creations that Flora had wanted their opinions on. Slouching back down, Remi places the cocktails before his husband with a wince. One had a rim loaded with sugar and whose ingredients had apparently been chosen specifically so that they wouldn't mix with one another, leaving distinct layers of flavour. The other was the no-colour of too much alcohol and was served with a wedge of lemon. "Err...Flora wants our thoughts." He mumbles by way of explanation, before nodding at the drinks and giving Ronin first dibs.
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.
