REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi was tired. Not only had he gotten up early that morning to fetch mango and fish tacos for his and Ronin's breakfast, but then he'd wiled away a good portion of his afternoon reading and fishing. In the sun. At the ripe old age of 32, you can understand why he'd need a break because of all that.
Having been asked by Ronin to come down to the beach while the Knight gathered seashells (what for, Remi didn't ask, but it sounded like a Ronin thing to do), he was further bribed by a bottle of wine and a hammock, thus ensuring almost beyond a doubt that Remi would find himself asleep in under an hour.
So it was that as Ronin jogged up the beach to meet the Honeybee, Remi dozed in the shade of the large palm trees holding up his hammock.
Having been asked by Ronin to come down to the beach while the Knight gathered seashells (what for, Remi didn't ask, but it sounded like a Ronin thing to do), he was further bribed by a bottle of wine and a hammock, thus ensuring almost beyond a doubt that Remi would find himself asleep in under an hour.
So it was that as Ronin jogged up the beach to meet the Honeybee, Remi dozed in the shade of the large palm trees holding up his hammock.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
