The alchemist nodded shooting Ianto a cheeky grin over his shoulder. "What hearing you have. Whatever would I do without you." He said with a playful roll of his eyes. With his dragon-scarf fixedly in place, Remi walked calmly down the hallway not so long ago he'd staggered down in the opposite direction, tugging the fox hastily behind. Reaching the stairs and taking them two at a time, Remi exuberantly entered Aoife's room with a sunny smile on his face. For some having a near-toddler awake and ruining what might have been a morning alone with Ianto would have been a bother. Not so for the alchemist, who pulled Aoife from her bed, tossed her lovingly into the air with promises of meeting a new friend, before descending back down the stairs with her.
"Ianto, meet Aoife." With chubby palms flailing towards the coppery-man and starlit eyes still groggy from sleep, Aoife made soft cooing noises under her breath, much more interested in being fed than in the fox at the moment.
"Ianto, meet Aoife." With chubby palms flailing towards the coppery-man and starlit eyes still groggy from sleep, Aoife made soft cooing noises under her breath, much more interested in being fed than in the fox at the moment.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
