i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
"Remind me to start lining our door with flames, then." Remi agreed eagerly.
Raising a brow, surprised that there were going to be restrictions placed on the evening, the alchemist grinned fiendishly as he heard out Ronin's request. Frowning, a finger trailing down all the armour and leather that barred his hands from the skin beneath, Remi sighed and let his head tilt thoughtfully to the side. "No magic at all? Not even for other things?" He asked in a low and casual voice, though mischief made the corners of his lips quirk upwards slightly. Remi actually had more than a few ideas about what sorts of impromptu creations he might try his hand at for this particular occasion.
Following Ronin in an awkward shuffle, the tenting of his pants and his feverish mind making elegance the absolute least of his priorities, he couldn't help but smirk as he stepped over a particularly telling set of claw marks left on the stairs. "Look at us, making it all the way to the bedroom." Remi noted with a wry smile. "And I suppose we do not need any candles—" Reaching for Ronin's waist to force him to a halt, Remi leaned his head over the guildmaster's shoulder with a roguing grin. "—since you are all the light I will need."
Wasn't sappy if it was literally true, after all.
Raising a brow, surprised that there were going to be restrictions placed on the evening, the alchemist grinned fiendishly as he heard out Ronin's request. Frowning, a finger trailing down all the armour and leather that barred his hands from the skin beneath, Remi sighed and let his head tilt thoughtfully to the side. "No magic at all? Not even for other things?" He asked in a low and casual voice, though mischief made the corners of his lips quirk upwards slightly. Remi actually had more than a few ideas about what sorts of impromptu creations he might try his hand at for this particular occasion.
Following Ronin in an awkward shuffle, the tenting of his pants and his feverish mind making elegance the absolute least of his priorities, he couldn't help but smirk as he stepped over a particularly telling set of claw marks left on the stairs. "Look at us, making it all the way to the bedroom." Remi noted with a wry smile. "And I suppose we do not need any candles—" Reaching for Ronin's waist to force him to a halt, Remi leaned his head over the guildmaster's shoulder with a roguing grin. "—since you are all the light I will need."
Wasn't sappy if it was literally true, after all.
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.
