Remi shrugged airily, sandwiching the fox against the wall for just a moment, still clasping the hand he'd used to tug Ianto up with. "You are a good merchant—" The alchemist gushed, revelling in the feeling of flesh against flesh even without the flames of a few moments ago. "—offering me what I want without me even having to ask." He added with a smile, curling his free hand around Ianto's waist to pull him into a kiss before glancing towards the door.
"We probably should be dressed though. Ronin is likely going to be home soon, and given I promised Sugar meat for breakfast, I would rather not face her naked." The alchemist said, a stack of clothing appearing in his hands for the second time that morning. With a last and shame-free glance at his friend's physique, Remi tossed his portion of the clothing at him before getting dressed himself.
"We probably should be dressed though. Ronin is likely going to be home soon, and given I promised Sugar meat for breakfast, I would rather not face her naked." The alchemist said, a stack of clothing appearing in his hands for the second time that morning. With a last and shame-free glance at his friend's physique, Remi tossed his portion of the clothing at him before getting dressed himself.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
