Whether or not Remi was a sound sleeper depended entirely on whose night it was to get up with Aoife. Since this was Ronin's night, Remi had decided he was more than allowed to ball himself up as small as he could be in their nest of blankets. And so as his friend scooped him up, Remi just cuddled closer (it was no different than most nights after all). In fact, being carried in Ronin's arms felt a bit like being rocked to sleep by the sea. It was only as the actual smell of water wafted into his nostrils that he awoke properly, glancing around with dark eyes which he rubbed at with his small hands.
Tittering slightly, he turned in Ronin's arms though at no point made an effort to get down.
Tittering slightly, he turned in Ronin's arms though at no point made an effort to get down.
cinnamon whiskey, boy don't kiss me soft and slow
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.
