we can't make any promises now

As with their relationship before, nothing about Loren and Remi fit nicely and neatly together. So it was that as Remi's strong fingers softly molded around the mage's, it was not like one piece settling against another; hands made to fit. Instead it was merely strength and confidence against cold and hesitant fingers. Even so, a boyishly pleased smile spread across the alchemist's face even as the Launceleyn tore his hand away as if Remi's touch was something sickly and revolting. "You are lucky it was just a hand. It might have been this—" So saying the alchemist held out a hand, transformed into a giant tawny paw punctuated with long claws. The pads of said paw were rough, not unlike sand paper. "—or—" Extending his other hand, it too transformed into something black and dexterous looking, with small claws good for tearing open garbage and scaling trees. Flexing his fingers as his hands become his own again, he merely shot Loren a mischievous smile. "Well..." Remi replied with a long exhale. "I suppose now you go back to the manor and see whether or not you are better at finding secret passage ways, or if I am better at hiding them." He answered cheekily. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences