you trace my lines, stirring my soul
The pair would easily win a three-legged race with how in-sync they were as they strolled along (never would such a victory actually be theirs though, no doubt any amount of tying them up together would result in hopeless innuendos and talk of bondage that would disrupt any attempt at winning). That everything felt so blissfully normal was perhaps fitting given the conversations to come; their banter was easy, their hands warm and perhaps a touch wandering (Remi's was certainly, wrapped around Ronin's waist as it was), and their smiles genuine.
Shooting Ronin a look, Remi raised a brow in mock consideration. "You know, were I jealous man I might take offence to the fact you're decorating Sunjata's boxing ring, and never once did my guild receive a similar treatment." Chuckling, Remi picked up a vibrantly pink bit of coral. "Then again, I can't see you being with anyone quite so tall." He added with a grin, standing straight to emphasize all one-inch of him that was taller than Ronin.
Shooting Ronin a look, Remi raised a brow in mock consideration. "You know, were I jealous man I might take offence to the fact you're decorating Sunjata's boxing ring, and never once did my guild receive a similar treatment." Chuckling, Remi picked up a vibrantly pink bit of coral. "Then again, I can't see you being with anyone quite so tall." He added with a grin, standing straight to emphasize all one-inch of him that was taller than Ronin.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
