honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Lowering his cup to the table if only so that he could raise both hands in surrender, Remi tried to hide his laughter in favour of looking apologetic. "Far be it from someone like me to ever give you fashion advice, but please don't."
Raising his eyebrows as Ronin stood, Remi followed the Knight with his eyes, his expression now looking genuinely unsure and thus more faithful to the image of the man he was when they were last in this room. As the offer was made, the Bastion glanced down into his cup, smiling to himself as a flush of pink spread across his cheeks.
Clearing his throat as well, Remi tilted his head apologetically to the side as he pursed his lips softly together. "Ah, I wish I could." He mumbled, thickening his accent. Feathers ruffled into his curls as they so often used to back then, and without even thinking Remi tried to itch them away. "But I have work to do for the Overseer and I am afraid I must have it to him by tomorrow."
Raising his eyebrows as Ronin stood, Remi followed the Knight with his eyes, his expression now looking genuinely unsure and thus more faithful to the image of the man he was when they were last in this room. As the offer was made, the Bastion glanced down into his cup, smiling to himself as a flush of pink spread across his cheeks.
Clearing his throat as well, Remi tilted his head apologetically to the side as he pursed his lips softly together. "Ah, I wish I could." He mumbled, thickening his accent. Feathers ruffled into his curls as they so often used to back then, and without even thinking Remi tried to itch them away. "But I have work to do for the Overseer and I am afraid I must have it to him by tomorrow."
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.
