i could be anything in the world
'So dramatic" The Alchemist protests, as if he's somehow surprised by his friend's behaviour. "Fine, fine. Let me finish you, then I'll do me." With the smell of wet-vulpine wafting up into his nose, Remi didn't even think for a moment about how that sentence might have sounded to anyone listening.
"Excessive? Of course not. Only the best for you." For good measure a small whirlwind circles around the fox, fluffing him up to nearly twice his normal size which left Remi grinning stupidly at him. "And now—" A bow appeared between his fingers which he looped around one of Ianto's ears before the fox could nip at him for his efforts.
Rising and padding a few feet away so he wouldn't get the fox wet, Remi paused for a moment as he felt his stomach threaten to flop on him. Stop it. You're fine. He told himself, before swallowing down his indecision. "Turn around, if you would." Remi says, trying to sound a good deal more casual about it than he felt. Once the fox did, the Alchemist would hurriedly strip, showering himself with fingers acting like mini-hoses. He made sure the water was extra brisk, just in case. It certainly got the blood pumping, but not in a way he had to worry about.
"The things I do for you." He muttered in a higher-pitched voice, his teeth threatening to chatter as he quickly towelled-off his hair, before wrapping the towel around his waist and hurrying back towards the door.
"Excessive? Of course not. Only the best for you." For good measure a small whirlwind circles around the fox, fluffing him up to nearly twice his normal size which left Remi grinning stupidly at him. "And now—" A bow appeared between his fingers which he looped around one of Ianto's ears before the fox could nip at him for his efforts.
Rising and padding a few feet away so he wouldn't get the fox wet, Remi paused for a moment as he felt his stomach threaten to flop on him. Stop it. You're fine. He told himself, before swallowing down his indecision. "Turn around, if you would." Remi says, trying to sound a good deal more casual about it than he felt. Once the fox did, the Alchemist would hurriedly strip, showering himself with fingers acting like mini-hoses. He made sure the water was extra brisk, just in case. It certainly got the blood pumping, but not in a way he had to worry about.
"The things I do for you." He muttered in a higher-pitched voice, his teeth threatening to chatter as he quickly towelled-off his hair, before wrapping the towel around his waist and hurrying back towards the door.
THE ALCHEMIST
but all i wanted was to be his
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.
