right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Listen. If he'll willingly give his food, what's the matter with having it taken by the same person? Honestly, Ronin. Remi, doing his best to try and make taking a bite of the Star's toast seem at all sexual, ends up inhaling a good amount of the crust which leaves him choking momentarily as he's forced to down his hot coffee to clear the crumbs in his throat. "-anks-" He manages through a wheeze, forcing air in before coughing it back out again.
Ronin's way around his concern is a good one, and once Remi can breathe again, he nods in emphatic agreement. They're married and can touch each other anytime they want, but the alchemist would be lying if he said there wasn't something enticing about finding ways to break their own rules.
"That's an F for you, then." Though Remi doesn't elaborate as to what that F might stand for.
Having not yet thought much more about Ronin's suggestion that he start another guild here in Stormbreak, it isn't until his hand is on the knob—which turns, instantly granting them access—that the idea starts to really develop. Flashing Ronin a smile that says the door was open, it's a sign, Remi enters behind his husband. There is what looks to be a counter in one of the corners made of unfinished wood. And though there are no windows on the sides (because of the other apartments) or the ceiling (again, because of the other apartments), the massive window in the front lets plenty of light pour in.
'Hmm..' Running his finger along the windowsill and then plucking at a bit of wallpaper that has come away from the wall, the alchemist turns, offering the Star a rather shy smile. 'Do you remember all the things we used to 'sell' out of that wagon when we first arrived in Torchline?'
Ronin's way around his concern is a good one, and once Remi can breathe again, he nods in emphatic agreement. They're married and can touch each other anytime they want, but the alchemist would be lying if he said there wasn't something enticing about finding ways to break their own rules.
"That's an F for you, then." Though Remi doesn't elaborate as to what that F might stand for.
Having not yet thought much more about Ronin's suggestion that he start another guild here in Stormbreak, it isn't until his hand is on the knob—which turns, instantly granting them access—that the idea starts to really develop. Flashing Ronin a smile that says the door was open, it's a sign, Remi enters behind his husband. There is what looks to be a counter in one of the corners made of unfinished wood. And though there are no windows on the sides (because of the other apartments) or the ceiling (again, because of the other apartments), the massive window in the front lets plenty of light pour in.
'Hmm..' Running his finger along the windowsill and then plucking at a bit of wallpaper that has come away from the wall, the alchemist turns, offering the Star a rather shy smile. 'Do you remember all the things we used to 'sell' out of that wagon when we first arrived in Torchline?'
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.
