the cosmos in my coffee

i've got a river for a soul

It's perhaps a surprising question, but Remi finds himself chuckling into the blankets. "I do, actually. Much as it might come as a surprise to you Baron, I am quite a good dancer." No, maybe Remi didn't know all of the official steps and patterns the way Ronin would, but he had been a rather elegant mover once upon a time, before growing muscles and becoming a murderous son of a bitch.

"That sounds much more manageable." Remi agrees, before he too glares toward the window. "We aren't home!" He calls loudly, not that the raven is at all deterred. Staring at the pair with don't shoot the messenger eyes, it waits until both men are looking at it before knocking again.

"Why have we kept the pendants?" The alchemist mutters irritably. Knowing the raven would keep up this shit for evermore, he huffs his annoyance as he rolls off of Ronin and strides toward the window. "Great, you've got me up. Now off you fuck." Opening the window to retrieve the note, Remi turns the scroll over to read it before tossing it towards the Huntsman. "It's for you. Order seal and everything. I wonder what you're being summoned to retrieve this time."