REMI
Remi's grin is so over the top that it stretches the skin of his jaw and neck, revealing all the musculature there, and hopefully convincing Ronin of just how sorry he is (he isn't). Hissing in a breath as his husband gracelessly makes his way across the rocks, the alchemist takes a moment to appreciate the way the wet fabric is clinging to his lower half, before sharply looking up again as his scolding continues.
"Awww, there's no need to sell yourself short." Remi replies, pleased at how his choice of words will serve as a double dig at his husband. Reaching out both hands to tug Ronin away from the slippery rocks and against skin covered with goosebumps, Remi leans in to softly kiss Ronin's nose. "My claw just..slipped. I promise it won't happen again. At least...not today. Probably." The alchemist winces a touch at that, hoping that he isn't actually going to be held to this promise.
"Awww, there's no need to sell yourself short." Remi replies, pleased at how his choice of words will serve as a double dig at his husband. Reaching out both hands to tug Ronin away from the slippery rocks and against skin covered with goosebumps, Remi leans in to softly kiss Ronin's nose. "My claw just..slipped. I promise it won't happen again. At least...not today. Probably." The alchemist winces a touch at that, hoping that he isn't actually going to be held to this promise.
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.
