[SE] the man who has everything

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

"I'll have you know that my shift is a hawk, not a beaver." Remi points out, and though he doesn't look at Ronin, he raises his eyebrows emphatically just the same.

Lifting his eyes for a moment only to be treated by Ronin looking like a school boy who was trying very hard to look interested in something, Remi bit back a smirk before beginning his explanation. An explanation, which, having been made up on the fly, is not quite strong enough to withstand careful scrutiny.

"Mmmm?" Letting his eyes unfocus from Ronin's so that he might instead fix them on the ball he was holding, the Bastion frowned hard enough to have his eyebrows nearly furrowing low enough to touch his eyelashes. "Well, you see.." Magic had never been the sort of thing he understood, even when he'd possessed it himself. "..the...uhm.." Unable to think of anything that might amplify magic in the way he was describing, eventually the Bastion gave up with a huff of laughter.

"Shut up. I've never been good at coming up with things on the spot."

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword