for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
"Okay, I concede that it is possible." Remi whispers back. Regardless of whether or not it isn't, his mind is already orchestrating the opening act and prepping his body for certain feats when Ronin knocks on the door. Grumbling, Remi clears his throat and shoves one hand into his pocket while shifting his hips to make the necessary adjustments before stepping inside. If we did it in a dream, we would not even have to worry about the mess. He hums slyly and silently, before nodding a disinterested yes regarding the bottle in his other hand.
Wearing a chambray shirt the colour of dusty denim that was only mostly buttoned-up, Remi's careless style was entirely accidental (except it wasn't, as Ronin had strategically hidden all of his uglier clothes that morning such that this outfit was all there was). "Dinner parties make me think of sex." Remi whispers as he leans against Ronin.
Wearing a chambray shirt the colour of dusty denim that was only mostly buttoned-up, Remi's careless style was entirely accidental (except it wasn't, as Ronin had strategically hidden all of his uglier clothes that morning such that this outfit was all there was). "Dinner parties make me think of sex." Remi whispers as he leans against Ronin.
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.
