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[dingdongdoodily]

Oddly enough, VII was closer than Madame Lily's, so Pickles led the way into the room, holding the door for Remy, "Interest you in anything?" The way he said it could only mean one thing. Illicit and wholly dubious narcotics.

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[thiefprinceremy]

Exactly like that, and just as grabby!

He laughed again, smile spreading, "Engraved invitation mebbe." His brow arched, just slightly, at the piercings, and then the smirk emerged once more, thumbs hooking into the hem of his own shirt, whipping it off over his head.

Magic!

[dingdongdoodily]

And just as quickly, there was a Pickles practically ravaging Remy's neck, holding back the thief's hair just to get at the flesh.

What? He liked necks! That's all!

[thiefprinceremy]

Curse you Pickles! You found his only weakness! Okay, only one between shoulders and, uh... jaw. Or something like that.

In any case, Remy made a sound very like: 'buh?' before letting his head tilt back, giving Pickles free rein just at the moment.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles grinned and drew away after one long laving lick across the place he'd bit, looking at Remy with a small, totally impish grin as he traced his neatly trimmed nails across the side of the thief's torso.

[thiefprinceremy]

It took a moment for his eyes to flicker open again, his own smile would have been impish, if it weren't so damn lazy just at the moment.

He purred outright as he arched, almost undulated, really, against the trail left by Pickles' fingers.