walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Remi rumbles a warning sound against the soft spot behind his husband's ear indicating that it hasn't been so long since he's woken up that he isn't well-prepared to take advantage of his husband's state of dress. Not that it matters, because any lingering morning glory is immediately doused by the threat of responsibility tapping at their window.
Spreading the bacon out onto the plate Ronin had already prepared, the Lullaby brings it to the table and sets it down with a clatter between them. "What are the chances it is from Ianto inviting us to Fiadh's wedding, mm?" One look alone tells him that it isn't the fox's looping and usually misspelled cursive that graces the parchment. Picking up a piece of bacon instead of a letter, Remi chomps the crunchier end first before silently testing to see if his fiery ifrit abilities can burn the paper simply by glaring at it.
Spreading the bacon out onto the plate Ronin had already prepared, the Lullaby brings it to the table and sets it down with a clatter between them. "What are the chances it is from Ianto inviting us to Fiadh's wedding, mm?" One look alone tells him that it isn't the fox's looping and usually misspelled cursive that graces the parchment. Picking up a piece of bacon instead of a letter, Remi chomps the crunchier end first before silently testing to see if his fiery ifrit abilities can burn the paper simply by glaring at it.
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.
