REMI
'What's stopping you.' Remi grumbles back. The pair of them are mini-furnaces, but the alchemist wouldn't think of peeling himself away from Ronin's side for a moment. So instead he kicks a leg to free their lower halves of the itchy woollen-blanket draped over them.
'And maybe something about the smell.' Remi adds, grinning against his husband's neck. "It makes even me want to shower. And that's saying something." Sure, he'd showered recently. It took Isla to finally make him want to appear a bit more presentable, and while Remi was well-used to all sorts of smells thanks to Mateo and Ianto, the lingering alcohol, sex? armour-cleaning solutions, and gods knew what else, made Remi want to hide under the itchy blanket he'd just tossed off.
'And maybe something about the smell.' Remi adds, grinning against his husband's neck. "It makes even me want to shower. And that's saying something." Sure, he'd showered recently. It took Isla to finally make him want to appear a bit more presentable, and while Remi was well-used to all sorts of smells thanks to Mateo and Ianto, the lingering alcohol, sex? armour-cleaning solutions, and gods knew what else, made Remi want to hide under the itchy blanket he'd just tossed off.
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.
