you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"Heed your fables Ronin, if you climb that particular beanstalk I wager you'll find more than just an ornery giant at the top." The alchemist chuckled back. Offers of extra-marital escapades aside, Remi wasn't particularly worried and not just because Sunjata's type seemed to be waifish women.
Humming a greedy sound of agreement and without much concern for the narrowed eyes of the merchant, the alchemist linked his arms around Ronin's waist as he paid the man, one hand threatening to dive past the hunter's waistband as they walked away. Going soft? Not if Remi could help it. Before Ronin could protest, Remi took up his place at his husband's side once more with a cheeky grin. "You said I could have whatever I liked." He countered.
Humming a greedy sound of agreement and without much concern for the narrowed eyes of the merchant, the alchemist linked his arms around Ronin's waist as he paid the man, one hand threatening to dive past the hunter's waistband as they walked away. Going soft? Not if Remi could help it. Before Ronin could protest, Remi took up his place at his husband's side once more with a cheeky grin. "You said I could have whatever I liked." He countered.
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.
