like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
"How do you know it's Frey he channels?" Remi whispers back wickedly, if only because Ronin was so wildly attractive when he was a little jealous. Nevermind that the jealousy was directed toward a goddess and a narcissist. The eyes that roam up and down his torso has Remi flexing in subtle ways he isn't even aware of, and it's only as he takes a step forward that he realizes where Ronin's hands have been this entire time.
Snarling his surprise, Remi looks down where a splatter of mud has completely hidden away the worst of his scars with something like horror and amusement. "Hey!" Setting off immediately after the Star, it won't be a mud ball in the back that Ronin receives as retaliation, but a slimy tentacle around his angle. With a tug the alchemist hopes to pull Ronin's feet right out from under him, yielding the Star a face full of mud.
Snarling his surprise, Remi looks down where a splatter of mud has completely hidden away the worst of his scars with something like horror and amusement. "Hey!" Setting off immediately after the Star, it won't be a mud ball in the back that Ronin receives as retaliation, but a slimy tentacle around his angle. With a tug the alchemist hopes to pull Ronin's feet right out from under him, yielding the Star a face full of 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.
