REMI
"And here I thought I was just being a good provider." Remi protests with a grin. His mind wanders to bedtime stories he might tell their son, about how in times of great famine, food could be provided by not bathing and thus growing potatoes from behind one's ears. The idea was whimsical and wonderful, and Remi thought later he might pitch it to Ronin that the Star might paint it out for their son.
Sliding his hands down Ronin's thighs despite the fact there's no need to hold him up thanks to the water, Remi lowers his head to absently nip at his husband's shoulder. "But if we stay so close..how ever will you scrub yourself clean? Seeing as I'm clearly no good at it." So saying Remi tilts his head, rubbing the side of it against Ronin as if those aforementioned potatoes might suddenly dirty the Star's exposed skin.
Sliding his hands down Ronin's thighs despite the fact there's no need to hold him up thanks to the water, Remi lowers his head to absently nip at his husband's shoulder. "But if we stay so close..how ever will you scrub yourself clean? Seeing as I'm clearly no good at it." So saying Remi tilts his head, rubbing the side of it against Ronin as if those aforementioned potatoes might suddenly dirty the Star's exposed skin.
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.
