right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
'What do you mean for real? What if we're fighting for...I don't know, fun, then. Does that change your answer?" Remi nods along at that, not even thinking about the staging of it. "Seeing as you'd heal half of the crowd in trying to hurt me, I imagine you'd be more of a fan-favourite than you probably already are."
It takes everything in Remi not to twist his foot out so that Ronin trips over it while he's strutting along. It's only half because of the physical contact it would require, and mostly because Ronin really did deserve this. It was years in the making, if not in this world, then in Northaven. Still, the alchemist snorts and rolls his eyes, shooting the Star, oh wait i'm sorry, The GenErAl Of THe StOrm, MiGhTieSt Of DrAgoNs, a look. "We'll see."
The smell already has Remi's mouth-watering as Ronin gestures to the cart. "A sausage joke? Me? I'm insulted you would even think I'd ruin this moment by pointing out that not five minutes after agreeing sex was a bandaid, you've orchestrated a way to see me put a shaft of meat into my mouth." Tutting under his breath, Remi turns to the merchant. "Two coffees, and do you have any way I can slice up the sausage into really small pieces?" He flashes the man an apologetic smile. "I have sensitive teeth."
It takes everything in Remi not to twist his foot out so that Ronin trips over it while he's strutting along. It's only half because of the physical contact it would require, and mostly because Ronin really did deserve this. It was years in the making, if not in this world, then in Northaven. Still, the alchemist snorts and rolls his eyes, shooting the Star, oh wait i'm sorry, The GenErAl Of THe StOrm, MiGhTieSt Of DrAgoNs, a look. "We'll see."
The smell already has Remi's mouth-watering as Ronin gestures to the cart. "A sausage joke? Me? I'm insulted you would even think I'd ruin this moment by pointing out that not five minutes after agreeing sex was a bandaid, you've orchestrated a way to see me put a shaft of meat into my mouth." Tutting under his breath, Remi turns to the merchant. "Two coffees, and do you have any way I can slice up the sausage into really small pieces?" He flashes the man an apologetic smile. "I have sensitive teeth."
The Lullaby
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.
