like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
'Well...yeah." For two men who had now slept with more than their fair share of people they weren't married to, asking about Ronin's elusive boss hardly seemed scandalous. "Maybe he always channels during sex." Remi muses, unsure if he means that as a reason to think he's good in bed, or against.
Frowning, Remi draws himself up as if offended. "Rough?" Looking down at himself, chiselled muscled covered in mud as he is, he raises an incredulous brow back at the Star through a curtain of curls that have lost their bounce thanks to sweat. 'What is wrong with my skin?' He wonders, still peering over Ronin's shoulder and expecting to see something. Feeling a bit like a man peeping into the girl's changing houses (not that Remi had ever done that of course), he eventually nudges Ronin. "Well go on then. Apparently my rough skin needs to be slathered in mud."
Frowning, Remi draws himself up as if offended. "Rough?" Looking down at himself, chiselled muscled covered in mud as he is, he raises an incredulous brow back at the Star through a curtain of curls that have lost their bounce thanks to sweat. 'What is wrong with my skin?' He wonders, still peering over Ronin's shoulder and expecting to see something. Feeling a bit like a man peeping into the girl's changing houses (not that Remi had ever done that of course), he eventually nudges Ronin. "Well go on then. Apparently my rough skin needs to be slathered in mud."
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.
