like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Oh, but Remi is already coming on, without Ronin's encouragement. Like some horrific monster from the deep, it's with beautifully pale wings and a gaggle of tentacles that Remi quite literally flies at the Star. The descent is controlled if not entirely graceful; Remi's tentacles slide outwards like a spider on ice, oozing through the mud as the alchemist lands atop his husband. Slorping his extra limbs back around to tickle and generally harass Ronin, Remi tries dramatically to keep his face lifted so that he might not be subjected to the mud covering his husband's face.
"No, you're gross." He points out, hardly able to make out any of Ronin's facial features save for the brilliant blue of his stare and teeth that are basically begging for a mouthful of mud.
"No, you're gross." He points out, hardly able to make out any of Ronin's facial features save for the brilliant blue of his stare and teeth that are basically begging for a mouthful of mud.
remi
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.
