REMI
"Guess we'll never know." Remi replied blandly. That Aoife had died meant everyone should have. Some more than others, but all of them just the same. He and Ronin as well. He bore the scars of that wish, after all.
"Brother huh. And just how does that square away with Ronin and I needing to fuck you if we want a kid, huh?" The alchemist turned a darkly smouldering stare towards Phoebe, daring her to mince words to push herself out of the corner he was shoving her in. "You mentioned it so fucking often Ronin and I thought you actually just wanted one of us. We even took bets about who it was."
"Brother huh. And just how does that square away with Ronin and I needing to fuck you if we want a kid, huh?" The alchemist turned a darkly smouldering stare towards Phoebe, daring her to mince words to push herself out of the corner he was shoving her in. "You mentioned it so fucking often Ronin and I thought you actually just wanted one of us. We even took bets about who it was."
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.