Remi, the taller of them by that all-important 1-inch, of course fits easily within Ronin's arms. Especially here, where the blankets move precisely where they should and pyjama-legs don't get bunched up around knees. [say]"Cheers."[/say] The alchemist agrees, holding up his glass where the liquid falls in a precise line from the rim of the cup onto his tongue. It might be a dream, but Remi isn't about to shift unnecessarily. Not when he doesn't need to, and not when the arms he's wrapped around in are so cozy.
[say]"Not if the house is anything like this one."[/say] The alchemist murmurs slyly. [say]"And maybe the witch is a good witch, like Vai."[/say] He adds with an antagonistic smile, as if daring the book to prove him wrong.
[say]"Not if the house is anything like this one."[/say] The alchemist murmurs slyly. [say]"And maybe the witch is a good witch, like Vai."[/say] He adds with an antagonistic smile, as if daring the book to prove him wrong.
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.
