you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Fall he did. Scrambling upwards in time to basically head-butt Ronin's hand as it mussed his curls and passed the tag onto him, he let himself be shoved aside for a moment before grinning mischievously after his husband. "Oh no, how ever will I possibly recover." He moaned loudly, a hand over his heart to thoroughly sell the dramatic lilt of his voice. Without moving but only smirking after Ronin, the hunter would find the ground beneath his feet shockingly difficult to navigate. Small mounds would appear with craters on the other side, and when the footing did seem stable enough to the eye, it would sink out from under him like quicksand.
"Do be careful, husband." Remi called brightly, large wings fanned from behind his shoulder blades to help hasten his jog towards the wagon. Reaching for a hand of Ronin's ass and meaning to offer it a good squeeze, the alchemist would call tag! before half-gliding and half-running towards the wagon.
"Do be careful, husband." Remi called brightly, large wings fanned from behind his shoulder blades to help hasten his jog towards the wagon. Reaching for a hand of Ronin's ass and meaning to offer it a good squeeze, the alchemist would call tag! before half-gliding and half-running towards the wagon.
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.
