REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
Well, this all went from quite fun to absolutely tense and annoying in just a matter of moments. Frowning, not knowing Locke well enough to know what has brought not his sudden shift, or why, Remi tosses his cards down. "You win." He says with a nod. Though after all of this, the alchemist can't say he's particularly in the mood to linger and chat. "Another time, though."
Rising, he tucks the chair he'd been sitting on back beneath the table. "Enjoy your afternoon, Locke."
Offering the other man a smile that aims at being polite but is more than a little tense, the alchemist tucks his hands into his pockets and disappears into the throngs of passers-by.
~FIN
Rising, he tucks the chair he'd been sitting on back beneath the table. "Enjoy your afternoon, Locke."
Offering the other man a smile that aims at being polite but is more than a little tense, the alchemist tucks his hands into his pockets and disappears into the throngs of passers-by.
~FIN
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
