young and menace

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

Looking at Ronin's fingers, hovering just above his tentacles has the alchemist jerking in place like he'd just bitten into a battery. Arching his back and yet somehow still receding into the couch, Remi gulps audibly as he nods shakily. Closing his eyes and letting his suckers disappear back into his flesh, he reaches out with his other hand to scrub roughly where they'd been hard enough to almost break the surface.

"I...just a second." So saying, Remi's naked body suddenly pitches to the side, nearly lifeless. Well, not lifeless, but soulless. Oria, wherever she and Sugar were currently hiding, would still be able to see him as he steps up from the couch, entirely incorporeal. Stretching and trying to brush the latent sensations away from himself, Remi utters an uncomfortable yet strangely pleased moan (drawing Oria's attention from the bathroom), before stepping back into his body again.

Blinking his eyes open and huffing out a breath, Remi ruffles a hand through his curls before pushing himself into a seated position again. "Well, you would have known about it sooner if you were not so squeamish."

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!