like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
As Ronin tries to rise, Remi puts on a show of doing everything in his power to keep the Star caged between his body and the muddy floor ground. He lets himself be moved of course, though rather than arcing up to stay in Ronin's arms, he merely flops onto his back at the Star's side. Mud has never bothered the alchemist much, such as he is.
"I meant with Torchline." Remi muses with a slow smile and shrug of his shoulders, enjoying the cool mud as it slides across his back. Glancing up at Ronin, Remi's mud-soaked curls leave swirls across his forehead as he bounces his eyebrows. "Ah, that is my mistake. We could talk about the ReLicS instead? Do you think there is some sword stuck into a stone somewhere that only a worthy hero can remove?" Walking his fingers up Ronin's thigh and leaving fingerprint track marks as he goes, he can only grin, obviously imagining Ronin as such a hero.
"I meant with Torchline." Remi muses with a slow smile and shrug of his shoulders, enjoying the cool mud as it slides across his back. Glancing up at Ronin, Remi's mud-soaked curls leave swirls across his forehead as he bounces his eyebrows. "Ah, that is my mistake. We could talk about the ReLicS instead? Do you think there is some sword stuck into a stone somewhere that only a worthy hero can remove?" Walking his fingers up Ronin's thigh and leaving fingerprint track marks as he goes, he can only grin, obviously imagining Ronin as such a hero.
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.
