all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
The more time there was between Ronin's death and the current day, the easier life had become. Though Remi hated having to find new-normals without the guildmaster by his side, for Aoife's sake he had done just that. Thoughts of his neighbour still plagued him, but then again, up in the guildhall as he was, he supposed he and Sam were no longer neighbours. They were no longer anythings, and yet still Remi carried the letter the bookmaker had given him. But that was another matter.
Hearing the knock mid-batter making, Remi glanced towards the door covered in flour. On the floor of the kitchen Aoife say banging away on pots with a wood spoon, while Sugar blew bubbles of frost towards the child making them both cackle happily.
Looking down, a piece of cloth tied around himself like an apron and covered with multiple different sticky substances, Remi glanced back towards the door. "It is open—" He called loudly, undoing the large bolt with his magic and pulling on the handle. Though from where he was his magic was weak and whoever was on the other side would need to do the remainder of the work.
Hearing the knock mid-batter making, Remi glanced towards the door covered in flour. On the floor of the kitchen Aoife say banging away on pots with a wood spoon, while Sugar blew bubbles of frost towards the child making them both cackle happily.
Looking down, a piece of cloth tied around himself like an apron and covered with multiple different sticky substances, Remi glanced back towards the door. "It is open—" He called loudly, undoing the large bolt with his magic and pulling on the handle. Though from where he was his magic was weak and whoever was on the other side would need to do the remainder of the work.
forever going with the flow, but you're friction
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.
