you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Remi frowns deeply if only because making people cry was normally the thing he had to apologize for, not Ronin. "You...you made her cry?" He wonders, still trying to understand how Ronin the Charming, Ronin the Stupidly Wonderful, Ronin the So Handsome It Hurts Your Eyes had made someone like Tobi cry.
".....?" Remi wonders via a pulse of sun-dappled confusion. "Oh." He murmurs as if he understood, which he absolutely didn't. Perhaps Remi was enough like Finn in this regard not to see the issue, or perhaps he was just too Remi. "Does Finn want to marry her?" He wonders, assuming talk of their wedding might have made her panic about her own.
'That is good. Not that any sex is child-friendly, but I cannot imagine what vanilla sex between you and I would even be like anymore.' Indeed, they'd come so laughably far from coy fumbles in kitchens that anything sufficiently vanilla would probably just be considered a glorified prostate exam.
".....?" Remi wonders via a pulse of sun-dappled confusion. "Oh." He murmurs as if he understood, which he absolutely didn't. Perhaps Remi was enough like Finn in this regard not to see the issue, or perhaps he was just too Remi. "Does Finn want to marry her?" He wonders, assuming talk of their wedding might have made her panic about her own.
'That is good. Not that any sex is child-friendly, but I cannot imagine what vanilla sex between you and I would even be like anymore.' Indeed, they'd come so laughably far from coy fumbles in kitchens that anything sufficiently vanilla would probably just be considered a glorified prostate exam.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
