honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Laughing, Remi nods. "That's just the risk you take when coming to my part of town." The Bastion declares, bouncing his eyebrows as if that was somehow a point of pride. The strangest part of it all, thinking back, was how Remi had been able to remain so utterly gentle despite the constant low-level violence that swanned through his neighbourhood. Then again, having very little of value (or rather, very little of value to other people), he'd never really had much to fear.
Returning the gesture with a lopsided smile, Remi helps himself to a sip—it's far better than anything he'd ever consumed inside of his little apartment, but never mind—before letting his head loll to the side thoughtfully. "If I didn't have to look at you, I found it easier. If we were just walking somewhere, not too close together of course, and speaking about the work we were doing?" Remi shrugged. "That I could do. Gods help me though if you'd ever asked me to hang out." Said in the same way one might refer to the creature from a ghost story, the Bastion widens his eyes theatrically before hiding another grin behind his cup.
Returning the gesture with a lopsided smile, Remi helps himself to a sip—it's far better than anything he'd ever consumed inside of his little apartment, but never mind—before letting his head loll to the side thoughtfully. "If I didn't have to look at you, I found it easier. If we were just walking somewhere, not too close together of course, and speaking about the work we were doing?" Remi shrugged. "That I could do. Gods help me though if you'd ever asked me to hang out." Said in the same way one might refer to the creature from a ghost story, the Bastion widens his eyes theatrically before hiding another grin behind his cup.
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.
