Remi the Alchemist
While Phoebe apparently gathered her nerve, Remi picked up his wine glass. Sipping at the sweet white contents and feeling a steady chill beginning to form at the base of his spine, the alchemist was entirely unprepared for what came next.
..threesome...
...both gotta make me orgasm...
..you both have to too...
Remi started into his cup, the wine burning in his throat as it closed entirely, his pale stare wide and shocked and completely unprepared for what he had just heard. Holding onto the last remaining bit of air in his lungs, that which hadn't been expelled awkwardly into his glass, Remi merely stared at Phoebe for a long moment.
"wh—" He started, lips opening and closing, all sorts of half-formed thoughts going unsaid. Pulling in a breath, brows rising and falling and crinkling as just about every emotion it was possible for someone to feel breezed across Remi's face, he finally pulled in a lungful of air, set down his wine glass and tried again.
"What??!"
..threesome...
...both gotta make me orgasm...
..you both have to too...
Remi started into his cup, the wine burning in his throat as it closed entirely, his pale stare wide and shocked and completely unprepared for what he had just heard. Holding onto the last remaining bit of air in his lungs, that which hadn't been expelled awkwardly into his glass, Remi merely stared at Phoebe for a long moment.
"wh—" He started, lips opening and closing, all sorts of half-formed thoughts going unsaid. Pulling in a breath, brows rising and falling and crinkling as just about every emotion it was possible for someone to feel breezed across Remi's face, he finally pulled in a lungful of air, set down his wine glass and tried again.
"What??!"
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.
