REMI
when people say that something is forever
Gulping, the angel straightens, flushes crimson right to the tips of his ears, before extending a trembling hand towards his sparkly pink drink, fingers hovering for a moment before finally grasping it. "I did not lie." He protests weakly. "You were on hollowed ground after all. I had every reason to think you weren't actually a demon." With a chastised air and a hint of sulkiness, the angel reclined in his chair, punctuating his words with a few animated stirs of his Shirley Temple, the straw swirling in the drink like a tiny vortex.
'You've...tried the door, then?' Remi wonders, peeking surreptitiously across at Ronin through his curls and raising an eyebrow and perhaps looking just the littlest bit pleased.
'Well on that we agree.' The angel says with a nod; humans often showed very little regard for other species when planning their extracurricular activities. 'Anything..else? on the books for you?' He asked casually, green eyes only lightly focused on the demon.
'You've...tried the door, then?' Remi wonders, peeking surreptitiously across at Ronin through his curls and raising an eyebrow and perhaps looking just the littlest bit pleased.
'Well on that we agree.' The angel says with a nod; humans often showed very little regard for other species when planning their extracurricular activities. 'Anything..else? on the books for you?' He asked casually, green eyes only lightly focused on the demon.
either way, it ends
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.
