Unable to take his eyes off of Ronin especially now, all clean and pressed in a way that the alchemist has never seen him, Remi feels his heart skip and flutter in his chest as an adorably skeptical smile steals across his lips. "What sort of music?" The alchemist wonders, cheeks flushed and green eyes full of mischief and joy.
"Ahh, if it would be a mess I take it you wouldn't be successful in your efforts?" Untucking Ronin's shirt, immaculately pressed or not it still blocked the skin Remi so badly wanted to feel beneath, Remi glances up with a raised brow. "And then we'd end up like this? You drunk, straddling me?" He wonders with a grin.
"Ahh, if it would be a mess I take it you wouldn't be successful in your efforts?" Untucking Ronin's shirt, immaculately pressed or not it still blocked the skin Remi so badly wanted to feel beneath, Remi glances up with a raised brow. "And then we'd end up like this? You drunk, straddling me?" He wonders with a grin.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
