Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi's jaw instantly drops; not because he cares at all about the critique of his fashion sense (of which he has none), but to comment on his gin? To call it a disaster? "Chi crede di essere quest'uomo? Insultare il mio gin in quel modo. Solo perché ha una nuvola e un bel sorriso, pensa di poterla fare franca dicendo tutto ciò che vuole." Remi fingers seem to move as much as his lips do, gesturing his meaning like some companion-guide for the travelling tongue. Clucking under his tongue at the conclusion of his tirade, he says: "My gin is very good."
Ronin tastes like mischief and home in a way Remi doesn't think any ice cream flavour could top (especially not butterscotch), but gods if he isn't craving more. "Well, if anything I am impressed you were able to dance and not have me notice what you were doing with your feet. Perhaps I am not the only one with illusion magic anymore." Remi suggests with a raise of his eyebrows.
Ronin tastes like mischief and home in a way Remi doesn't think any ice cream flavour could top (especially not butterscotch), but gods if he isn't craving more. "Well, if anything I am impressed you were able to dance and not have me notice what you were doing with your feet. Perhaps I am not the only one with illusion magic anymore." Remi suggests with a raise of his eyebrows.
the lullaby
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.
