rings of smoke through the trees

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

Gladly accepting the bottle, careful not to let his fingers brush against the fox's in the transfer let he open himself up to the things the merchant is feeling (or not feeling, as the case might be), the alchemist rolls his eyes. "It's dream magic." He corrects. Acrobatics hardly seems noteworthy when anything is possible.

"I'm not sure. There are a few things to tie up here, but honestly? I'm already itching to go." Indeed the Lullaby's fingers twitching upon his knee as if trying to get him to hurry things along. 'So long as that works for your schedule?" Remi asks with a teasing grin.

'Oh, don't you dare. It'll become a mess of the four of us soon enough. And Ronin and I are hardly the tidiest travelling companions anyway." Ronin was likely the cleanest, then probably followed by Ianto. Given Mateo was still at the stage where he shit himself he probably beat Remi to last place, but not by much.