it's a funny old world

Winking at the dragon as she curled up next to Aoife—Remi far too tired to worried about ice dragons next to a fire—he studied his hands as Ronin replied. Glancing over with a comical look of surprise as Ronin said go both ways, the alchemist rubbed his cheek absently against his shoulder as if that would somehow stop the blush from forming. Then, in typical Ronin fashion, the guildmaster said something that made Remi laugh, and the tension he was starting to feel immediately dissolved, unlike his blush. "I don't have to not be myself? There are easier ways to say that." Remi scolded, conjuring a pillow in his hands and gently striking his friend's shoulder with it. "Ahh that is right. Our living situation. So you are okay with me bringing strange men home then? What will we use, socks on the door knob? Mythical creatures guarding the doors?" He asked with a chuckle, before pausing for a moment. He wasn't about to sleep in his pants and shirt, and...well. It wasn't as though Ronin hadn't seen him without (most of) his clothes before (thanks for that, Bastien). Swallowing down the lingering feelings of discomfort, the alchemist peeled off his shirt and then lay down, folding his hands behind his head to gaze up at the ceiling. Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better