the baffled king composing hallelujah
Whistling for Remi? Not in a million years. Ronin laughed helplessly as he watched his projection get dropped on by his husband-turned-hawk, the two of them tussling and wrestling in the sand while the real deal caught up. ”I think you’ll find it wasn’t a race!” he said brightly, grinning as he hopped down from his nimbus and purposely dismissed his projection - the hope being that Remi would fall on his face as a result.
That would give Ronin the perfect opportunity to run up and muss Remi’s curls. ”Tag!” he announced, giving the alchemist a gentle shove for good measure before he darted away further towards the wagon.
That would give Ronin the perfect opportunity to run up and muss Remi’s curls. ”Tag!” he announced, giving the alchemist a gentle shove for good measure before he darted away further towards the wagon.