the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
With a happy trill, Oria reaches for the carrot, using her slender fingers to pull off chunks while she titters on about her day and her thoughts in a language Sugar won't understand. It hardly seems to matter though; sometimes dinner is more about the companionship than the conversation.
Watching Ronin stretch appreciatively, the alchemist extends his hand like some debutant at a ball (or so he assumes), and rises to follow his husband. "Saying you want sex tomorrow is like me saying I've made a lifesize statue out of you in chocolate, but that you can't have it or see it for a week.' Remi returns with an unhappy sigh, though he's already peeling off his shirt. 'You absolutely can. As long as we don't talk about my balls anymore today.' He adds, rolling his shirt into a ball to toss in their hamper.
Watching Ronin stretch appreciatively, the alchemist extends his hand like some debutant at a ball (or so he assumes), and rises to follow his husband. "Saying you want sex tomorrow is like me saying I've made a lifesize statue out of you in chocolate, but that you can't have it or see it for a week.' Remi returns with an unhappy sigh, though he's already peeling off his shirt. 'You absolutely can. As long as we don't talk about my balls anymore today.' He adds, rolling his shirt into a ball to toss in their hamper.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
