REMI
It isn't too much trouble, but Remi doesn't say so. He's always been a bit clumsy when it comes to speaking about his magic in a way that doesn't make him sound like he's just a humble-brag. "Fine well, you can hand me mine, if that makes you feel better." Remi says, instead of after the other night, you'll never owe me anything again.
As Finn begins to shed layers, even just his jacket, the Alchemist promptly begins to busy himself with making the requested drink. A cup appears in his hand, and as he raises the other for whiskey to flow, a ball of fire appears as well, hovering over the rim of the glass. This amount of pageantry isn't necessary but it's a far cry better than watching Finn undress—
—glancing over his shoulder and doing his damndest not to look as pained by this request as he feels, Remi places the glass of hot whiskey down on the table. His gaze doesn't rise to Finn's, focusing instead on the buttons, on the problem, rather than the man beneath. Feathers traitorously roughly through his wet curls, and it's both helpful and devastating that he should be thinking of Ronin now. Having helped the Star out of his clothes any number of times in any number of similar situations steadies Remi's fingers as they easily loosen the buttons of Finn's shirt. But that his mind slips to what normally comes next for the pair isn't quite as useful, just now.
Shirt unbuttoned, Remi finally looks up to try and pin Finn in place. "It will be worse if you try to help." So saying, he reaches gently upwards, peeling off the wet garment starting at the shoulder. He'll grumble at the Spyglass should he try and roll his shoulders or move his arms to assist, all the while doing his damndest not to actually touch the man.
As Finn begins to shed layers, even just his jacket, the Alchemist promptly begins to busy himself with making the requested drink. A cup appears in his hand, and as he raises the other for whiskey to flow, a ball of fire appears as well, hovering over the rim of the glass. This amount of pageantry isn't necessary but it's a far cry better than watching Finn undress—
—glancing over his shoulder and doing his damndest not to look as pained by this request as he feels, Remi places the glass of hot whiskey down on the table. His gaze doesn't rise to Finn's, focusing instead on the buttons, on the problem, rather than the man beneath. Feathers traitorously roughly through his wet curls, and it's both helpful and devastating that he should be thinking of Ronin now. Having helped the Star out of his clothes any number of times in any number of similar situations steadies Remi's fingers as they easily loosen the buttons of Finn's shirt. But that his mind slips to what normally comes next for the pair isn't quite as useful, just now.
Shirt unbuttoned, Remi finally looks up to try and pin Finn in place. "It will be worse if you try to help." So saying, he reaches gently upwards, peeling off the wet garment starting at the shoulder. He'll grumble at the Spyglass should he try and roll his shoulders or move his arms to assist, all the while doing his damndest not to actually touch the man.
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
