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Ronin wrinkled his nose as if to ask Remi how he thought he'd held up eight fingers on one hand. Then of course he realised he was joking (but sue him, this was crazy). His grin returning as the alchemist correctly guessed, Ronin caught the hand pressing against his fingers to give it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, whoa--!" He laughed warmly, not having expected to find the other man leaning in so close, feeling his cheeks heat up rather without his permission. "Like I'm glowing...? This isn't some new demigod power is it?" He glanced down at himself like that might help, though he was caught by the hand on his cheek. Remi startled and so did Ronin, blinking in confusion and unable to wipe the smile off his face. "How do you mean... like... just me in all of this? I... magic, maybe? It must be." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving