REMI
when people say that something is forever
"I'll be fine in my own seat, thank you. It's—" He pulls out his ticket stub, frowning down at the paper as if he hopes it might magically (or miraculously) change. When it stubbornly refuses to do so, he swallows and clears his throat. '-a perfectly fine seat."
Where the demon was lithe and still, the angel titters about the way small birds do, only to nearly drop his champagne in response to his counterpart's joke. "You what-" he all but shouts, earning disapproving glares from several Very Well Dressed People. "You what?" The angel repeated in a much lower voice, the volume seemingly having been replaced by a reddening of Remi's cheeks as he frantically looks about as if he might see a young female actor with a vial of something red pressed against her lips.
Where the demon was lithe and still, the angel titters about the way small birds do, only to nearly drop his champagne in response to his counterpart's joke. "You what-" he all but shouts, earning disapproving glares from several Very Well Dressed People. "You what?" The angel repeated in a much lower voice, the volume seemingly having been replaced by a reddening of Remi's cheeks as he frantically looks about as if he might see a young female actor with a vial of something red pressed against her lips.
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.
