Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
"An upward trajectory, mmm? Sounds like someone has been writing articles again." Remi had found Isla's bedside manner was decidedly more academic when she'd been immersed in writing papers and the like. Not that the wendigo minded, but in lieu of Ronin's little comment about Isla likely knowing he had a bit of a crush on her, his level of familiarity with her mannerisms suddenly felt inappropriate.
More than aware that he's been looked at, Remi lifts his eyes and gazes casually around the room that Isla might see what she needed to without him having to necessarily watch her do it. "Well, we had a pillow fight, made ice cream sundaes, and then watched a paper documentary." If they were playing two lies and a truth, Remi thought he might just win this round.
"But no, it's been..." The mental scent of sandalwood, of blue eyes and sweaters, of Ronin's hand guiding him into the bar and then hauling him out of it again all flashed behind the wendigo's eyes. "..just fine."
More than aware that he's been looked at, Remi lifts his eyes and gazes casually around the room that Isla might see what she needed to without him having to necessarily watch her do it. "Well, we had a pillow fight, made ice cream sundaes, and then watched a paper documentary." If they were playing two lies and a truth, Remi thought he might just win this round.
"But no, it's been..." The mental scent of sandalwood, of blue eyes and sweaters, of Ronin's hand guiding him into the bar and then hauling him out of it again all flashed behind the wendigo's eyes. "..just fine."
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
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.
