Peripheral vision. Such a blessing and a curse. As Ianto stripped fully, Remi squinted above the fox's shoulder as if staring blindly into the sun. Eventually, unable to not see what he was seeing, he rubbed a finger above the bridge of his nose, eyes closed as he pressed into the skin there. Of course, behind closed eyelashes the image he had seen absolutely did not go away, but contorted into all sorts of scenes and positions that left Remi grinding his teeth and holding his breath.
"A little..more...friendly..perhaps." Remi all but wheezed, opening his eyes but keeping his gaze centred entirely on his hands. "She was.." What was the question? "ahhm..." He tried again. No, they were talking about something. Something like...
.. his mind was a blank. Well that wasn't true. His mind was full, but not of the sorts of things that would answer the fox's question, whatever it had been.
"A little..more...friendly..perhaps." Remi all but wheezed, opening his eyes but keeping his gaze centred entirely on his hands. "She was.." What was the question? "ahhm..." He tried again. No, they were talking about something. Something like...
.. his mind was a blank. Well that wasn't true. His mind was full, but not of the sorts of things that would answer the fox's question, whatever it had been.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
