you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"Oh a jail. I see you've used up all your romanticism for this year." The Lullaby replies against the warmth of Ronin's skin, his smirk likely felt as much as heard. "Do you think we can...learn things here?" Remi waggles his fingers experimentally as if Ronin's skin has become a piano. Not that he's looking for ways to fill his nights with the Star, but if they had to be apart, perhaps there was something they could do with that time.
Remi groans as if his poor memory is something over which he has any control. "It's you for me." The alchemist agrees, feeling the familiar rush of boyish breathlessness for having peered into Ronin's eyes.
"This...might be a strange question, but...how far away are you? Do you know? Are you so far that the sun set might be a different time for you?" Because that was the last thing they'd need: being in two different time zones.
Remi groans as if his poor memory is something over which he has any control. "It's you for me." The alchemist agrees, feeling the familiar rush of boyish breathlessness for having peered into Ronin's eyes.
"This...might be a strange question, but...how far away are you? Do you know? Are you so far that the sun set might be a different time for you?" Because that was the last thing they'd need: being in two different time zones.
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.
