Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
"I can be a very gentle lover I'll have you know." Remi counters breezily. "Besides, rapid healing, remember?" Rather than commenting that no, he didn't believe Ronin did have anything else he'd rather do with his evening, the wendigo just rolls his eyes.
"I'll put a governor in. See how long it takes you to blow a gasket about not being able to do more than 60." Smirking at the thought before finding his boyish antagonism melting into something far more golden, Remi imagines what it might be like to ride shotgun with his Irish counterpart as Ronin swears colourfully while passing a family in a minivan.
Waiting until Ronin had gone, Remi begins to potter around the kitchen as if he'd lived there for years (not least of all because, with little to do the night before, he'd inventoried most of the rooms). Finding the kettle easily enough, he begins to boil some water before setting out the meticulous task of probably weighing the coffee he'd purchased. Quickly Ronin's counters look more like something you'd find in Isla's lab because of the press and measuring devices Remi had bought, but it only takes a few moments before the wendigo is calling out to lift the ban on Ronin's in the kitchen.
When the hunter returns he'll find two small espresso cups on the table, both of which are filled. The cups themselves are a beautiful old china, mismatched of course, but in fairly good condition. Rather than black with too many sugars, Remi has, as Italian culture dictates, added the perfect amount of frothed milk. There's also a little biscuit to go with it. Looking a touch nervous, the wendigo raises his eyebrows and nods. "So...yes, it's coffee. But proper coffee."
"I'll put a governor in. See how long it takes you to blow a gasket about not being able to do more than 60." Smirking at the thought before finding his boyish antagonism melting into something far more golden, Remi imagines what it might be like to ride shotgun with his Irish counterpart as Ronin swears colourfully while passing a family in a minivan.
Waiting until Ronin had gone, Remi begins to potter around the kitchen as if he'd lived there for years (not least of all because, with little to do the night before, he'd inventoried most of the rooms). Finding the kettle easily enough, he begins to boil some water before setting out the meticulous task of probably weighing the coffee he'd purchased. Quickly Ronin's counters look more like something you'd find in Isla's lab because of the press and measuring devices Remi had bought, but it only takes a few moments before the wendigo is calling out to lift the ban on Ronin's in the kitchen.
When the hunter returns he'll find two small espresso cups on the table, both of which are filled. The cups themselves are a beautiful old china, mismatched of course, but in fairly good condition. Rather than black with too many sugars, Remi has, as Italian culture dictates, added the perfect amount of frothed milk. There's also a little biscuit to go with it. Looking a touch nervous, the wendigo raises his eyebrows and nods. "So...yes, it's coffee. But proper coffee."
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take 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.
