i've got a river for a soul
Giving his husband a pointed but amused look, the alchemist placed his chin against his hand and raised a brow. "Child labour Ronin? Really? With our own daughter?" Tsking under his breath, Remi moved the parchment aside so that Aoife's flailing wouldn't throw mud onto it.
"What say you then?" He asked, lowering his gaze to Aoife. "I expect you will be wanting a wage as well? Will two pots of paint a week suffice?" To this, the star-child merely squealed as she thrashed animatedly around. Not unhappily so, merely enthusiastic in the use of her limbs and vocal chords. "You drive a hard bargain. Three it is." So saying Remi reached behind him to pull out three small jars of paint: one green, red, and blue. Placing them before her, Aoife immediately dug her fingers in and placed them in her mouth. This was precisely why all of her paints were made from food at this stage, and why Remi only grinned brightly as Aoife turned to smear raspberry-red (literally ) fingers against Ronin's mouth.
"What say you then?" He asked, lowering his gaze to Aoife. "I expect you will be wanting a wage as well? Will two pots of paint a week suffice?" To this, the star-child merely squealed as she thrashed animatedly around. Not unhappily so, merely enthusiastic in the use of her limbs and vocal chords. "You drive a hard bargain. Three it is." So saying Remi reached behind him to pull out three small jars of paint: one green, red, and blue. Placing them before her, Aoife immediately dug her fingers in and placed them in her mouth. This was precisely why all of her paints were made from food at this stage, and why Remi only grinned brightly as Aoife turned to smear raspberry-red (literally ) fingers against Ronin's mouth.
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.
