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Grazing outside, Isla watched the midwife deposit the package and then swiftly rush off. Pulsing this information to a very sleepy Remi, the alchemist roused himself from his place on the couch and made his way towards the door. Opening it and frowning softly as he read the note—awkward? Well yes, but avoiding the two men wasn't going to make it better—he chuckled as he picked up the gift and made his way back in the house.
"Oh Ronin." He sang up the stairs, a mischevious grin on his face. "Phoebe left us another gift. It is not food, but it does feeling suspiciously like clothes. Maybe you got your wish after all." And best of it, he was fairly certain it would have nothing to do with threesomes.
"Oh Ronin." He sang up the stairs, a mischevious grin on his face. "Phoebe left us another gift. It is not food, but it does feeling suspiciously like clothes. Maybe you got your wish after all." And best of it, he was fairly certain it would have nothing to do with threesomes.
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.
