something chemical

like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

"Mmmmmmm." Remi hums indulgently. "A storm sounds excellent." He'd even welcome hail and lightning, that's how utterly content he was to remain precisely in this position. Remi's wings settle down over their shoulders, his flight feathers tucking behind Ronin's head as his tentacles disappear into his bronzed skin.

"It is still strange. Part of me nearly told Isla that because it was my former home, she had no right." Laughing at himself, he blows at a bit of dandelion fluff caught in mud on Ronin's chest. "Which is absurd, and yet...I suppose I still feel strangely entitled." Raising his head if only to scowl at Ronin, Remi leans to one side that he might use his finger to write with fantastic flourishes, dickhead, on Ronin's stomach. "I am civilized if my penmanship is anything to go off of."

Laying back down, Remi narrows his eyes as his focus shifts from the mud on Ronin's chest to the swamp beyond. "I wonder if I will be banned from Torchline for my latest misdeeds." It wouldn't surprise him. Sunjata seemed quite fond of banning people these days, and it wasn't as though Remi didn't deserve it.

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)