if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
Remi takes the citrus container from Flora, twisting the lid before the scent hits him like a thrown lemon to the face. He recoils a fraction, eyes squeezing shut as the bright tang of it barrels straight up his nose. "Oh—well then," he mutters, blinking rapidly as if that might clear the citrus attack from his sinuses.
When Flora mentions the spirits helping, he gestures vaguely with the container. "Why, were your hands busy?" The words are out before he can catch them, and he winces, shoulders lifting in a mortified hunch. "Nevermind. I don’t want to know."
He clears his throat, pointedly avoiding both her eyes and focuses instead on the task, tipping the citrus into the water. The liquid threads through the salted water in curling golden streams, and his tentacles immediately set to stirring, creating gentle currents that pull the mixture evenly through the basin.
Remi pours in the citrus and stirs!
When Flora mentions the spirits helping, he gestures vaguely with the container. "Why, were your hands busy?" The words are out before he can catch them, and he winces, shoulders lifting in a mortified hunch. "Nevermind. I don’t want to know."
He clears his throat, pointedly avoiding both her eyes and focuses instead on the task, tipping the citrus into the water. The liquid threads through the salted water in curling golden streams, and his tentacles immediately set to stirring, creating gentle currents that pull the mixture evenly through the basin.
Remi pours in the citrus and stirs!
we'll float away
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.
