it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
Grumbling loudly if only to reinforce Ronin's apology, Remi extends his arms (and the blanket by default as well), to tug Ronin against him. "I hated every second you were gone, I hope you know that." He grumps against his husband's lips, before falling silent in order to better taste the morning air on Ronin's tongue.
"It had better have been something serious." Raising an eyebrow and pulling back, he lets one arm slip around the Nova's waist while using the other to pour them each a cup of coffee. He could just as easily have made a duplicate of himself or used a tentacle (or three), but what could he say? He was a simple man who liked doing things the old fashioned way.
"It had better have been something serious." Raising an eyebrow and pulling back, he lets one arm slip around the Nova's waist while using the other to pour them each a cup of coffee. He could just as easily have made a duplicate of himself or used a tentacle (or three), but what could he say? He was a simple man who liked doing things the old fashioned way.
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
