REMI
the alchemist
"Ohh you're right. And cloaks. They all definitely wear cloaks." Burping in agreement to this, Remi chuckles and sets Mateo down on a blanket. Already sleep is tugging his eyelids closed, and it takes only a moment of soft back-rubs for the boy to drift off toward sleep.
Snorting a touch at that, he and Ronin having never truly combined their strengths together yet in all the ways in which they might, he just nods. Glancing at his shoulder where Mateo's milk and spit have seeped into the material, Remi flashes his husband a broad grin as he strips the shirt off his back and tosses it toward Ronin. "Well, that's your problem now." Then with a charming smile he adds, "Or are you alright to pack dirty clothes..? I won't interfere. I know you have a system."
Snorting a touch at that, he and Ronin having never truly combined their strengths together yet in all the ways in which they might, he just nods. Glancing at his shoulder where Mateo's milk and spit have seeped into the material, Remi flashes his husband a broad grin as he strips the shirt off his back and tosses it toward Ronin. "Well, that's your problem now." Then with a charming smile he adds, "Or are you alright to pack dirty clothes..? I won't interfere. I know you have a system."
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
