maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
but maybe that's a good thing
"You were the type of kid who said "my house my rules" at home, and then, "I'm the guest, so my rules" at someone else's, weren't you." Remi wonders with a flat stare, though the twinkle of amusement in his eye says as much as anything else about his willingness to let Ianto lead. "So am I fox then purely for your own amusement?" Currently, Remi is trying to scratch behind his ear with his hind paw and failing miserably at it. It's only the soft clucking he hears from within the hen's chateau that draws his attention away.
"I will, yeah. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to let you know ahead of time though...you'll go to bed alone and wake up with me next to you." Which, could be horribly awkward in certain situations. Nothing the pair couldn't laugh off though, he was sure.
Remi
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.