honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Shooting Ronin a dry look that could have been attributed to either iteration of the Bastion, Remi rolled his eyes softly. "Hawking away my evening. I will have to remember that one."
Now that the jig was up, Remi was free to throw up his hands, gesturinglike an Italian in such a way his younger self never would have. "Easy for you to say! And what would have happened if I'd accepted? We'd just stroll to the sort of bar people like me aren't supposed to be seen in, but you'd charm our way in, only for everyone to notice that I wasn't supposed to be there, making me feel even more uncomfortable for being out with you?" Exasperated but amused, Remi punctuated each of his points with a jut of his chin and dramatic flare of his fingers.
Reaching for his wine, he laughed. "I do think you might have stayed, had things ever gone this way. And, gods.." A flush of pink spread across the bridge of his nose as Remi regarded the ceiling. Opening his mouth to speak, for a few moments all he can do is softly shake his head. "I think that might have been it for me."
Now that the jig was up, Remi was free to throw up his hands, gesturing
Reaching for his wine, he laughed. "I do think you might have stayed, had things ever gone this way. And, gods.." A flush of pink spread across the bridge of his nose as Remi regarded the ceiling. Opening his mouth to speak, for a few moments all he can do is softly shake his head. "I think that might have been it for me."
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.
