Remi can't recall the last time he has worn shoes for any noticeable length of time, so as Sunjata sheds his, the alchemist merely notes this with a passing hum. His shirt however, is not to be merely cast aside. He's made it magical so that as he shifts and moves about with various limbs appearing and then retracting again, it will move with him. He has magic aplenty to keep making new shirts, but magic doesn't need to imply wastefulness. Remi is more clever than that anyhow.
Remi has no tattoos, but scars are aplenty on him now. Barefoot and wearing only tightly-fitted swimming shorts, he folded his arms across his chest and offers Sunjat a crooked smile. "Sounds like you've said that before." He quipped, before breaking out into a grin. "Actually, I know you have." At least this was a threesome Remi was happy to participate in.
Looking towards Ronin with a mischevious spark in his eyes, he glanced back to Sunjata. "Did you know the first time Ronin and I met was on a beach?" True. "He was drowning, poor thing. Didn't even know how to swim." A filthy, filthy lie.
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Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
