Flamethrowing Head Bopper

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

but maybe that's a good thing

As the child pulled out a dildo the likes of which he'd never seen before, the alchemist's jaw dropped and his lashes fluttered with comic uncertainty. Indeed as she slapped it on the counter and whatever material it was made from gave an unhelpful jiggle, Remi almost choked on the words he couldn't manage to say. "It...it is not a stick." The alchemist gulped uncomfortably, ruffling a hand through his curls now interspersed with feathers.

The mention of fire was nothing compared to have it shoved towards him, and the alchemist took a step back with his hands raised as if in mock surrender. "Your aunts...Not..." Oh gods, but it would be. "Edy?" He asked with a wince.

He was definitely not touching it now.

Remi

Table coding by Sky, inspiration from Jae!