The white sheep of the family
Loren nodded at Remi’s succinct explanation and then grinned. ”I find that I am surprisingly okay with either option.” Granted, he knew exactly which one was true—mastermind magician he was not, and if anyone here deserved that label it was the alchemist—but the other man would have to figure out which one it was sooner or later, and he'd have to do it on his own.
It was sooner, if the way the raccoon ran over Loren’s body and played with Astra was any indication. The luxere was luxuriating in all the attention, but when Remi scooted down the summoner’s arm and tried to burrow into his sleeve, the Launceleyn shook his head. ”You can’t be cold, you have fur.” However, when it became clear that Remi wasn’t going to let them proceed until he’d received cuddles Loren rolled his eyes, then reached out with his non-raccoon hand and scratched the other man behind the ears. There. Attention.
It was sooner, if the way the raccoon ran over Loren’s body and played with Astra was any indication. The luxere was luxuriating in all the attention, but when Remi scooted down the summoner’s arm and tried to burrow into his sleeve, the Launceleyn shook his head. ”You can’t be cold, you have fur.” However, when it became clear that Remi wasn’t going to let them proceed until he’d received cuddles Loren rolled his eyes, then reached out with his non-raccoon hand and scratched the other man behind the ears. There. Attention.
Will blood tell
