REMI
Lifting his head up to flash Ronin a sunny grin, the alchemist nearly chokes on a laugh. "Oh that's right. I told you to put it in the fire." And..well. Ronin had. The kisses to his lower back and the shivers that the brush of raised fabric send up his spine, has Remi utterly, utterly pacified. Rolling his shoulders and stretching out his arms so that there's more of him for Ronin to explore, Remi lets his cheek fall back to the bed, watching the Star slyly out of the corner of his eye like a lazy predator.
'The way you say try and sneak vegetables into, does not inspire much confidence.' Remi remarks. In his minds-eye, he sees elaborate contraptions of tubes and beakers that boil gourds, send them through a flavouring tank, and are breathed upon by Sugar to cool, before being deposited into their son's mouth via some flying contraption.
"But yes. Yes I would like to try. Though I think you could get me to agree to anything if you keep touching me like this." He adds, back arching upwards like the giant cat that he is.
'The way you say try and sneak vegetables into, does not inspire much confidence.' Remi remarks. In his minds-eye, he sees elaborate contraptions of tubes and beakers that boil gourds, send them through a flavouring tank, and are breathed upon by Sugar to cool, before being deposited into their son's mouth via some flying contraption.
"But yes. Yes I would like to try. Though I think you could get me to agree to anything if you keep touching me like this." He adds, back arching upwards like the giant cat that he is.
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.
