it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
"It is, yes." Despite the weightiness of the Star's words, the alchemist doesn't believe them even for the briefest of moments. "That, dearest husband and love of my life," Remi raises Ronin's fingers that he might press the cold tips of them softly against his lips. "Sounds like an absolute crock of shit."
Reaching over to nudge Ronin in the ribs, Remi offering a scolding, stop it. I can feel those thoughts, nods. 'And maybe this time we can help find her somewhere to live—or you can since you're so good at it. It'll save us the trouble of having a fight when I inevitably suggest she come live on our couch." Not that they had one.
"Is that something we do now? Have people around for dinner?" It was so domestic that it made Remi squirm with delight and awkwardness both.
Reaching over to nudge Ronin in the ribs, Remi offering a scolding, stop it. I can feel those thoughts, nods. 'And maybe this time we can help find her somewhere to live—or you can since you're so good at it. It'll save us the trouble of having a fight when I inevitably suggest she come live on our couch." Not that they had one.
"Is that something we do now? Have people around for dinner?" It was so domestic that it made Remi squirm with delight and awkwardness both.
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.
