underneath my skin

i've got a river for a soul

'I have no idea what you mean.' Remi says with a smile, though the boyish flush of emotion that ripples out from his fingertips seems to cast doubt on this attempt at innocence.

"Oh so you think there's something out there for you, then?" Though Remi's lips pull into a thoughtful frown, the light from the ice-balls they've made reveals the shit-eating sparkle that glints in his eyes. "Maybe next we'll find a golden plate with neverending food. Maybe a set of fuzzy golden handcuffs?"

Trying to trick his mind into drifting as easily as his body currently was, Remi sighs heavily as his fingers cease their trickery and instead move to Ronin's neck. Kneading the Huntsman's shoulders, the alchemist nods his head a few times. "Well. There are no duplicates of us so far. Though at one point Rae did have a set of twins, didn't they?" Maybe that was a poor example, given that Rae was twins themselves. "When Amalia came back last time...she didn't seem...I mean..." Frowning, Remi lets his gaze refocus on Ronin's. "Did she seem herself to you?"