"You know, it feels like forever since I've heard real music." The alchemist notes, tilting his head slightly into his husband's affectionate fingers. Oh, there were singers at the bar and all sorts of songs played by campfires, but nothing of the grandiose sort he'd once heard in Northaven. Nothing with the soul of the road as he'd been used to listening to as a boy. "Ahh, my mistake." Remi says, fingers momentarily flitting away from Ronin's hips as the previously empty restaurant is simultaneously filled with other diners who gasp at this inappropriate display.
"Sounds fairly successful to me." Tilting his chin upward, lips parted slightly as if he might by magic somehow tug Ronin's down toward him, Remi too marvels in the decadence that is Ronin Taliesin. "Oh no, not at all. This is your date after all. But I have seen you drunk and in my lap before after a meal, and it usually involves a good amount of drool on my shoulder." Not that he minds in the least, and not that he hasn't returned the favour many times before as well.
"Sounds fairly successful to me." Tilting his chin upward, lips parted slightly as if he might by magic somehow tug Ronin's down toward him, Remi too marvels in the decadence that is Ronin Taliesin. "Oh no, not at all. This is your date after all. But I have seen you drunk and in my lap before after a meal, and it usually involves a good amount of drool on my shoulder." Not that he minds in the least, and not that he hasn't returned the favour many times before as well.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t  again
into your heart i'll b e a t  again
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.
