He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi juggles the stakes with a sulk worthy of someone far too powerful to be this inconvenienced, letting a few extra tentacles sprout from his sides to help redistribute the weight without complaint, though the look he slants at his husband is all venom and theatrical betrayal.
"No," he says flatly. "It sounds like a hate crime." His curls ruffle in the sea breeze, catching the light like golden straw spun by someone mildly irritated. "My plans for this afternoon were a nap, not—" he waves a stake in the air, "—heroic beach signage designed to prevent the idiocy of others. Gods forbid I be allowed a quiet day without saving lives."
The sigh that leaves him is as heavy as it is performative, but his shoulder shrugs a touch more genuinely, and the look he casts at Ronin is warmer now beneath the theatrical scowl. "I suppose," he concedes with a curl of his lip, "if even a few people stay out of the water, that's more time we can spend together during LongNight."
He starts walking with a lazy sway of hips and trailing ropes, casting a dry glance back toward Ronin and his projection as if to say you owe me so much for this. "Has Flora mentioned any changes to security this year?" he asks, tone shifting toward curiosity as they approach the first drop-off zone. "Or is it all the same as usual—'try not to die, try not to kill anyone else, and please don’t break the beach furniture'?"
"No," he says flatly. "It sounds like a hate crime." His curls ruffle in the sea breeze, catching the light like golden straw spun by someone mildly irritated. "My plans for this afternoon were a nap, not—" he waves a stake in the air, "—heroic beach signage designed to prevent the idiocy of others. Gods forbid I be allowed a quiet day without saving lives."
The sigh that leaves him is as heavy as it is performative, but his shoulder shrugs a touch more genuinely, and the look he casts at Ronin is warmer now beneath the theatrical scowl. "I suppose," he concedes with a curl of his lip, "if even a few people stay out of the water, that's more time we can spend together during LongNight."
He starts walking with a lazy sway of hips and trailing ropes, casting a dry glance back toward Ronin and his projection as if to say you owe me so much for this. "Has Flora mentioned any changes to security this year?" he asks, tone shifting toward curiosity as they approach the first drop-off zone. "Or is it all the same as usual—'try not to die, try not to kill anyone else, and please don’t break the beach furniture'?"
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
