you trace my lines, stirring my soul
You better not have been whistling for me. Remi warned, though his silent words were filled with laughter. Pinning his wings to his sides he angled himself downwards hoping to take advantage of what little pull gravity had on his small body that he might beat his husband.
Who was apparently thought not surprisingly in two places at once.
You always do keep me on my toes, Remi cried out, diving towards the wagon and shifting mid-flight to try and tackle his husband's astral form to the ground. Once upon a time such a thing wasn't possible and though Remi still found Ronin's duplicate rather strange, he was more than happy to have him wrestle him this way, even if he wasn't in the bedroom.
"I think you'll find I beat you. Both of you." He panted breathlessly.
Who was apparently thought not surprisingly in two places at once.
You always do keep me on my toes, Remi cried out, diving towards the wagon and shifting mid-flight to try and tackle his husband's astral form to the ground. Once upon a time such a thing wasn't possible and though Remi still found Ronin's duplicate rather strange, he was more than happy to have him wrestle him this way, even if he wasn't in the bedroom.
"I think you'll find I beat you. Both of you." He panted breathlessly.
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.
