"Should I mope about it? Perhaps we can hole-up in your wagon and be bitter about the world for a few days." Remi said jovially as he was swiftly pulled against the fox. "I thought I was." The alchemist mumbled against Ianto's neck, his shoulders slumping. One of his hands came to encircle Ianto's upper back, his fingers trailing along the collar. "Neither of us could have known..how was I meant to be more careful?" He added in a low tone, as if to suggest that his fate was more or less inevitable.
Pulling back (likely more than he meant to, distances were hard to judge in the dark), he offered the fox a small smile. "There is one thing you could do for me...one thing I need." He said, lips pulling back slightly in a wanting-to-be-mischevious grin. "You could kiss me. If I try I will end up kissing the inside of your nose, or your jacket." He added, his voice a strange mixture of sorrow and optimism.
Pulling back (likely more than he meant to, distances were hard to judge in the dark), he offered the fox a small smile. "There is one thing you could do for me...one thing I need." He said, lips pulling back slightly in a wanting-to-be-mischevious grin. "You could kiss me. If I try I will end up kissing the inside of your nose, or your jacket." He added, his voice a strange mixture of sorrow and optimism.
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.
