REMI
With the hand not holding the ice cube, Remi tries to keep his husband corralled against him that the cold might continue to bite against him. "I'm not!" The Alchemist protests, meaning to say something about how the cold was meant to counteract with how hot the Star was, but as Ronin begins to shuck out of his clothing as well, the words fall away entirely.
Glancing down at his husband's body, a wicked smirk on his face, Remi bites his lip affecting innocence as he looks back up to Ronin's face. "I wonder...in a game of ring toss..." Without any ice to dampen his spirits, Remi seems to be in a position to act as either the thrower or the pole. Ronin...currently less so. "...which do you think you'd be better at?"
Glancing down at his husband's body, a wicked smirk on his face, Remi bites his lip affecting innocence as he looks back up to Ronin's face. "I wonder...in a game of ring toss..." Without any ice to dampen his spirits, Remi seems to be in a position to act as either the thrower or the pole. Ronin...currently less so. "...which do you think you'd be better at?"
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
