walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
The paper doesn't burst into flames, and so Remi does the next best thing: picking it up, he tosses it like a frisbee towards the pan Ronin had cooked the bacon in. As it lands the left-over grease instantly hisses and sizzles, crumpling the edges and charring the paper. "Well, that is mine taken care of." He muses, reaching for a piece of bacon.
"...apologies." The Lullaby repeats in a flat tone, punctuated by the cromch of bacon between his teeth. 'For what? Showing up where he wasn't wanted, not leaving after repeated demands to do so? For being a two-faced hypocrite?" There was plenty more he might have said, but gods what was the point.
"...apologies." The Lullaby repeats in a flat tone, punctuated by the cromch of bacon between his teeth. 'For what? Showing up where he wasn't wanted, not leaving after repeated demands to do so? For being a two-faced hypocrite?" There was plenty more he might have said, but gods what was the point.
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.
