He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi raises his eyebrows and tacks on, with exaggerated solemnity, "Or both," as if the dual nature of Ronin’s injuries was something to be expected. He exhales and nods, gaze tipped down toward the sand. "I hope that’ll be the case," he murmurs, even if he didn't really believe it. There’s no venom in the doubt, just the ache of having lived too long and seen too much to trust in good outcomes without a little insurance, especially where Flora was concerned.
Still, the next grin that spreads across his face is far more wolfish than wistful. "Turns out," he says in a low, dangerous sort of purr, "it’s hard to take advantage of someone who’s very willing." His hand slips from around Ronin’s waist, fingers sliding into the Knight’s back pocket with exaggerated casualness. He gives a firm, appreciative squeeze.
That moment of mischief lingers as he moves off to help with the final section, his expression settling somewhere between thoughtful and practical as he glances toward the ocean’s sudden drop. "Maybe closer to LongNight," he suggests, twisting another stake deep into the sand with ease, "we could tie some floaties to the outer posts? Let them drift into the water a little, just in case anyone does go out that far, it would give them something to grab onto." He trails off, head tilting. "Or would that just encourage them to go into the deep water, do you think?"
Still, the next grin that spreads across his face is far more wolfish than wistful. "Turns out," he says in a low, dangerous sort of purr, "it’s hard to take advantage of someone who’s very willing." His hand slips from around Ronin’s waist, fingers sliding into the Knight’s back pocket with exaggerated casualness. He gives a firm, appreciative squeeze.
That moment of mischief lingers as he moves off to help with the final section, his expression settling somewhere between thoughtful and practical as he glances toward the ocean’s sudden drop. "Maybe closer to LongNight," he suggests, twisting another stake deep into the sand with ease, "we could tie some floaties to the outer posts? Let them drift into the water a little, just in case anyone does go out that far, it would give them something to grab onto." He trails off, head tilting. "Or would that just encourage them to go into the deep water, do you think?"
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.
