REMI
the alchemist
Remi's culinary habits are closer to the fox's than his well-bred husband, and so without even needing to be asked, the alchemist is setting aside some raw fix and bones for the fox, while he starts cooking a much more refined meal for Ronin (and himself, by default). His efforts are stalled by the sound of Ronin's glee filled panic, and with a huff of annoyance that is entirely for show, Remi pops his head out of the door, flicking a kitchen towel haughtily over his shoulder for good measure.
"Honestly Ronin, you've been alone with him for all of two minut—oh." Mateo's grubby little fingers covered in blood brings a smile to Remi's face that he absolutely can't help. "Well, we know which of us he's taking after, then." He adds.
Scooping Mateo up from Ronin where he can't tug at the sensitive velvet, Remi shoots Ronin a roguish look as he places a hand on Ronin's shoulder. "Eyes closed. Try and remember your absolutely most favourite scarf. A long one, if you can."
"Honestly Ronin, you've been alone with him for all of two minut—oh." Mateo's grubby little fingers covered in blood brings a smile to Remi's face that he absolutely can't help. "Well, we know which of us he's taking after, then." He adds.
Scooping Mateo up from Ronin where he can't tug at the sensitive velvet, Remi shoots Ronin a roguish look as he places a hand on Ronin's shoulder. "Eyes closed. Try and remember your absolutely most favourite scarf. A long one, if you can."
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
