maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Chuckling at the sudden flare of theatrics, Remi allows himself a moment to properly look around. Though he'd taken in the scenery already, always it had been done as a way of avoiding whatever internal conflict Noah's previous questions had stirred up in him. Now, unbothered, he was able to pick out the various strains of green that threaded themselves through the canopy overhead and the flora on the ground.
"Did you now?" Raising his eyebrows and looking boyishly surprised, the Lullaby grins and snorts under his breath. Giving his head a wry shake before turning his head as if he might see through the miles to where the harbour Noah spoke of must be, the Lullaby turns back with a thoughtful smile. "Well, if you need help..." He offers with a small shrug that his counterpart not feel any sort of obligation in the offer.
"Did you now?" Raising his eyebrows and looking boyishly surprised, the Lullaby grins and snorts under his breath. Giving his head a wry shake before turning his head as if he might see through the miles to where the harbour Noah spoke of must be, the Lullaby turns back with a thoughtful smile. "Well, if you need help..." He offers with a small shrug that his counterpart not feel any sort of obligation in the offer.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
