i'm not the man they think i am at home
"If you would be so kind." Remi calls back adoringly. Straightening as a gourd kamikazes onto Ronin's back, the alchemist doesn't bother hiding or dampening his laugh. "What a way to go, though." He muses under his breath, before his eyes are directed toward the weeds were apparently a much larger target hides.
"Hey, pick a letter." What for you ask? Shenanigans of course. Running his tongue over his teeth and tasting squash on his lips, Remi rakes his fingers through his curls to rid them of orange debris. Waiting expectantly for his husband to do as asked, the alchemist's eyes partially shift that he might better be able to spy motion from within the thick weeds.
"Hey, pick a letter." What for you ask? Shenanigans of course. Running his tongue over his teeth and tasting squash on his lips, Remi rakes his fingers through his curls to rid them of orange debris. Waiting expectantly for his husband to do as asked, the alchemist's eyes partially shift that he might better be able to spy motion from within the thick weeds.
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.
