it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
The water is too cold for the warmth that Ronin's kiss inspires to do anything other than warm his belly. It's nice, actually, to know that no amount of stolen kisses beneath the surface of the water will lead them anywhere they shouldn't go. So it is that Remi tangles a hand in Ronin's hair, kissing him more deeply this time as his feet awkwardly pulse as if to keep them in place. They're sinking by degrees, but it hardly matters.
What? Me? No of course not. There's too much potential danger for this to be a date. Remi replies, grinning broadly at Ronin, before his lips twist into a positively shit-eating smirk.
Well...since you have more experience crashing ships than I do... He fully expects to be slapped for that, which explains why he's suddenly trying to swim away from Ronin as fast as he can. ...so you should lead the way!
What? Me? No of course not. There's too much potential danger for this to be a date. Remi replies, grinning broadly at Ronin, before his lips twist into a positively shit-eating smirk.
Well...since you have more experience crashing ships than I do... He fully expects to be slapped for that, which explains why he's suddenly trying to swim away from Ronin as fast as he can. ...so you should lead the way!
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
