REMI
Remi watches all of this with a lazy an adoring smile, particularly appreciating the moment where Ronin's pants jostled against the bottom of his ass, before snuggly rising up. Grinning stupidly up at the Star, and then playfully trying to pin Ronin against him by wrapping his wings around the huntsman's shoulders, Remi hums a mournful sigh as their lips part and his head plonks back into the moss below.
"You know, bathing so much can dry out your skin." Remi complains, reluctantly taking his husband's hand and standing. Still naked, and feeling all the more roguish and mischievous for it, he combs a hand through his curls loosening a few lingering pieces of moss. "Who're you trying to impress anyway? Being so clean and tidy all the time?"
"You know, bathing so much can dry out your skin." Remi complains, reluctantly taking his husband's hand and standing. Still naked, and feeling all the more roguish and mischievous for it, he combs a hand through his curls loosening a few lingering pieces of moss. "Who're you trying to impress anyway? Being so clean and tidy all the time?"
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
