honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
"No, but..." Remi shrugs. "This is Torchline." Clearly the man opposite him wasn't from their part of the world if he took a bit of animus over a card game to be worthy of so much disappointment. Laughing warmly at that, the Bastion grinned and nodded. "Noted, thank you." Definitely not from Torchline, then.
The ahhh had Remi smiling a touch bashfully, hard enough for the dimples in his cheeks to show despite the days-old scruff. Shaking Zavien's hand before reaching for another glass to pour himself a gin, the Bastion raised his eyebrows before chuckling. "Nice to meet you as well. And yes, Deimos really goes to show that for all the tricks we are afforded as demigods, work ethic can get you just as far if not farther." There was no one in the entirety of Caido as far as Remi was concerned who worked harder than Deimos did. The few rounds that the Sword had been forced to go without his gloves had been a testament to that. "Especially in my new role as bastion rather than lullaby, I did not expect to make it as far as I did in the Tournament."
Lifting the crate and setting it behind the bar so that it wouldn't fall victim to any more disagreements, it was with a crooked smile that he shrugged in response to the other man's observation. "More often than you would think." He answered, ruffling a hand through his curls. "My daughter owns the tavern. At first I was merely a supply of alcohol—" He gestured vaguely towards the crates. "But if I am here, I do not mind helping out."
The ahhh had Remi smiling a touch bashfully, hard enough for the dimples in his cheeks to show despite the days-old scruff. Shaking Zavien's hand before reaching for another glass to pour himself a gin, the Bastion raised his eyebrows before chuckling. "Nice to meet you as well. And yes, Deimos really goes to show that for all the tricks we are afforded as demigods, work ethic can get you just as far if not farther." There was no one in the entirety of Caido as far as Remi was concerned who worked harder than Deimos did. The few rounds that the Sword had been forced to go without his gloves had been a testament to that. "Especially in my new role as bastion rather than lullaby, I did not expect to make it as far as I did in the Tournament."
Lifting the crate and setting it behind the bar so that it wouldn't fall victim to any more disagreements, it was with a crooked smile that he shrugged in response to the other man's observation. "More often than you would think." He answered, ruffling a hand through his curls. "My daughter owns the tavern. At first I was merely a supply of alcohol—" He gestured vaguely towards the crates. "But if I am here, I do not mind helping out."
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
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.
