REMI
Remi can feel that Ronin is placating him somewhat, but for now, he's happy to let the conversational thread be left where it is. They can pick it up another time perhaps, when the word blueblood doesn't make him want to rake his claws down the side of their walls.
Following behind Ronin—the view doing wonders for his mood—Remi shrugs a touch oafishly as he closes their bedroom door so that their voices won't wake Mateo. "It is, but just now I think Ludo might not be amenable to me asking for its help in cleaning up my own mess." With a grumble, Remi flops face-first into the bed. Starfishing his arms and legs out that Ronin won't have anywhere to sit that isn't in contact with him in some way or another, he mumbles something against their sheets that sounds like, "-m-mbr -n -e may-d p-m-k-nn -oop?"
Following behind Ronin—the view doing wonders for his mood—Remi shrugs a touch oafishly as he closes their bedroom door so that their voices won't wake Mateo. "It is, but just now I think Ludo might not be amenable to me asking for its help in cleaning up my own mess." With a grumble, Remi flops face-first into the bed. Starfishing his arms and legs out that Ronin won't have anywhere to sit that isn't in contact with him in some way or another, he mumbles something against their sheets that sounds like, "-m-mbr -n -e may-d p-m-k-nn -oop?"
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
