REMI
Remi huffs out a quiet laugh, letting the weight of their conversation settle into something lighter, something easier, if only for now. "You say that like I rang a little bell and asked him to come tuck us in," he quips, his mouth tilting into a crooked smile as he finally lets go of Ronin’s hand and rises to his feet. "You should be flattered, really. Not every couple gets house calls from the god of death himself."
He stretches, rolling his shoulders as he moves toward the kitchen. If Ronin was going to dig his heels in and insist that everything was fine, then Remi would too, and not least of all because infection aside, Ronin was still grieving.
Pausing at the counter, Remi glances over his shoulder with a raised brow. "Alright then, what’s it going to be? Soup? Sandwich? Or should I really impress you and put in the effort to burn something beyond recognition?" He leans against the counter watching Ronin with an expression that’s teasing, fond, and affectionate; normal. If he can’t fix this yet, then he’ll at least make everything feel okay until he can.
He stretches, rolling his shoulders as he moves toward the kitchen. If Ronin was going to dig his heels in and insist that everything was fine, then Remi would too, and not least of all because infection aside, Ronin was still grieving.
Pausing at the counter, Remi glances over his shoulder with a raised brow. "Alright then, what’s it going to be? Soup? Sandwich? Or should I really impress you and put in the effort to burn something beyond recognition?" He leans against the counter watching Ronin with an expression that’s teasing, fond, and affectionate; normal. If he can’t fix this yet, then he’ll at least make everything feel okay until he can.
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.
