all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
"Ah, my mistake." Remi said, tapping his forehead as if to indicate that he'd store that bit of information for next time.
Remi felt a thrill of uncertainty course through him as the fox stood, the words of their previous encounter still echoing loudly in his mind. At any moment he half expected Ianto to move towards him and not stop, the wonder if he would be able to take flight fast enough to evade what were surely dexterous and sly hands or worse, if he even would at all.
Clearing his through and smiling through the ebbing feeling of terror, Remi shrugged perhaps a bit too casually. This could be Ludo after all...and though Remi thought perhaps the clothed god could read minds, on the off chance that it couldn't, the alchemist didn't need to give it any hints. "Oh, just wanting to collect a few samples. I heard about a fish that can talk?"
Remi felt a thrill of uncertainty course through him as the fox stood, the words of their previous encounter still echoing loudly in his mind. At any moment he half expected Ianto to move towards him and not stop, the wonder if he would be able to take flight fast enough to evade what were surely dexterous and sly hands or worse, if he even would at all.
Clearing his through and smiling through the ebbing feeling of terror, Remi shrugged perhaps a bit too casually. This could be Ludo after all...and though Remi thought perhaps the clothed god could read minds, on the off chance that it couldn't, the alchemist didn't need to give it any hints. "Oh, just wanting to collect a few samples. I heard about a fish that can talk?"
forever going with the flow, but you're friction
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.
