for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Remi offers some inarticulate sound that's halfway between a groan and a laugh to indicate his agreement. The blushberries were so strong in fact that he'd cum in his pants that day, rather than just shoving Ronin against a tree as was his (their) normal style; hence the strangled sound coming from the back of his throat. "I will have what he's having." The alchemist requests, grinning sunnily at Ronin as he sits down.
Ahhhh right. Dinner-party etiquette. Remi knew there was a reason he'd brought Ronin along. Turning his gaze politely towards Maeve (his pupils dilating every now and then as the light caught her dress and riled his predatory senses), the alchemist listens and absolutely doesn't send a flurry of lewd thoughts in Ronin's direction, fueled by memories of whiskey and Torchline sun.
Ahhhh right. Dinner-party etiquette. Remi knew there was a reason he'd brought Ronin along. Turning his gaze politely towards Maeve (his pupils dilating every now and then as the light caught her dress and riled his predatory senses), the alchemist listens and absolutely doesn't send a flurry of lewd thoughts in Ronin's direction, fueled by memories of whiskey and Torchline sun.
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.
