[SE] funnybones

REMI

'You know I can help with that.' Remi mutters wickedly, and though there's the obvious offer of sex coating the words, there's an offer of so much more too. Running, screaming, training, exploding in dreams, or eating themselves sick, Remi would be game for all of it. Moving across the kitchen to stand next to Ronin, Remi leans against the counter as well and covers one of Ronin's feet with his for no discernable reason other than wanting to be close any way he could.

"I wasn't, though I do have a message to deliver to Hotaru." He says with a sigh that folds his shoulders inwards and has his gaze falling to the floor. "I went to talk to Jata, and..." Remi's lips part and form around words that he hesitates to say, out of respect for Ronin and Sunjata both. "...he took me to where he grew up, in Korofi. Said something about how he couldn't control things there...how there were...enforcers? people who were homeless?" Glancing over his shoulder at Ronin with the same confused look he'd given Jata, the alchemist can only shrug.

"It all went fairly unresolved, though I am to pass along a message to Hotaru as amends for taking her from jail."

Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today