bring back the water, let your ships roll in
Remi frowned, but there was a hint of amusement lingering at the corners of his lips. If he panicked everytime Ronin came home bloodied and covered in dust, barely able to stand or speak coherently, he'd constantly be in a state of upset. Had they promised they'd be more careful? Of course. And you know...Ronin had come home after all. That was being more careful.
"Ahh well, steps can be very tricky when they want to be." Remi smirked, subtly inhaling but finding no scent of alcohol lingering on Ronin. Why was he so...dopy then? "A tum..what? And wait, you went into the Spire?" Okay. Ignore the comments about being more careful.
Sliding an arm around Ronin to hold him up and force him into the kitchen where Remi could properly see him and clean him up, it was then that the alchemist (more properly the lion) scented the blood. "Ronin." He scolded affectionately, reaching gently into the ex-captain's dark mop and gingerly feeling the dried blood.
"Look at me."
"Ahh well, steps can be very tricky when they want to be." Remi smirked, subtly inhaling but finding no scent of alcohol lingering on Ronin. Why was he so...dopy then? "A tum..what? And wait, you went into the Spire?" Okay. Ignore the comments about being more careful.
Sliding an arm around Ronin to hold him up and force him into the kitchen where Remi could properly see him and clean him up, it was then that the alchemist (more properly the lion) scented the blood. "Ronin." He scolded affectionately, reaching gently into the ex-captain's dark mop and gingerly feeling the dried blood.
"Look at me."
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.
