REMI
"Knowing you, probably still quite a lot." He replied, his own smile a tad crooked. Remi was finding that as difficult as it was to keep his eyes above board, it was equally hard to hold Ronin's stare. It was so playful and yet so beautifully deep, and those damned eyebrows were all together too much. As Ronin flopped back, Remi shooked his head with exasperated amusement as this altogether revealing posture and watched the waves lap haphazardly against the side of the Siren's Call. "You always said you did not want to be a baron anymore. Maybe I do? Which, correct me if I'm wrong, requires standing at attention and bowing." With a snort now, Remi did pull his eyes away from the sea to half lean back, his weight resting on one arm as he stared skeptically down at Ronin. "What to do? What, shall I just pop out my charcoal and you can strike up a pose? You think it will be good enough for a few drinks?" Ruffling a hand through his hair, Remi grinned. "I don't know what else you could possibly mean." He added with a crinkled smirk. |
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.