These are the last blues we're ever gonna have
Things aren't coming up heads, but given Remi isn't being beaten into the sands quite as succinctly as he thought he would have been, he isn't going to complain. It's more to do with luck than any skills on his part given how much stronger the Flood was than he was (and how he was currently in possession of three fucking sets of teeth). With his teeth lodged against a scaly skull, the pixiu can feel the head begin to descend with enough speed to suggest that Sunjata was shifting. Following suit, it was with an inelegant stumble on the sands that Remi dismounted Sunjata (and not for the first time either, eyoo), before straightening.
Quite what he was going to say in light of their history and all that had just happened Remi had no idea, but before he could even find the words, Sunjata's fist was flying at his face. He heard the crunch of cartilage, and had it not been for the sudden rush of warmth that spilled from his nose, the Bastion might have thought he'd heard Sunjata's knuckles cracking rather than his nose breaking.
"—ow—"
Frowning as his hands went to his face, Remi's expression surprisingly wasn't one of anger. If he'd been wondering where he and Sunjata stood after all this time, that more or less summed it up. "Probably more than one." He agreed with a laugh that quickly turned into a cough as blood ran down the back of his throat.
"Are you supposed to tip your head forward or backward with a nosebleed?"
Quite what he was going to say in light of their history and all that had just happened Remi had no idea, but before he could even find the words, Sunjata's fist was flying at his face. He heard the crunch of cartilage, and had it not been for the sudden rush of warmth that spilled from his nose, the Bastion might have thought he'd heard Sunjata's knuckles cracking rather than his nose breaking.
"—ow—"
Frowning as his hands went to his face, Remi's expression surprisingly wasn't one of anger. If he'd been wondering where he and Sunjata stood after all this time, that more or less summed it up. "Probably more than one." He agreed with a laugh that quickly turned into a cough as blood ran down the back of his throat.
"Are you supposed to tip your head forward or backward with a nosebleed?"
the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left
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.
