Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Remi wonders, as he's often prone to do, whether the shopkeeper would be dissuaded from further conversation if a series of Lovecraftian shapes were to emerge from beneath the table. Tentacles and flames and a face made of bone might send him running for just long enough in order to... ..but then Ronin is politely hearing the man out, and it's with a pulse of broiling annoyance and lust toward the Huntsman that Remi rises, quite human, and dusts off his knees while making a few adjustments to the front of his pants. The expression on Remi's face suggests that he's going to say something snarky or menacing in response until the crooked slant of his lips resolves itself into a boyish smile instead. "I can do that. But you will have to find me when you are finished here." Bridging the distance between them, Remi presses his lips against Ronin's cheek, infusing the gesture with bright tendrils of sunshine-ochre and careless sea-glass green. "You're it." He adds in a whisper, before disappearing out of the door and into the Greatwood.