REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Whether it's the food or happenstance, as Melita begins waving the pretzels beneath his nose both she and Ronin will see the Bastion begin to properly shift into wakefulness. Yawning, Remi rolls his chin from left to right before his eyes drowsily begin to open, only to snap all the way as his peripheral vision catches both his husband and a rather easily recognizable mess of red hair. "Wh—"
Pushing his elbows beneath himself in order to somewhat sit up, he glances from left to right, eyeing Honeybee and Knight suspiciously. "...how nice of you both to keep such a close eye on me while I was napping." He mutters, his chin tilted slightly before he tried to glance surreptitiously down the length of his body, expecting to see himself buried in blushberries or worse.
Pushing his elbows beneath himself in order to somewhat sit up, he glances from left to right, eyeing Honeybee and Knight suspiciously. "...how nice of you both to keep such a close eye on me while I was napping." He mutters, his chin tilted slightly before he tried to glance surreptitiously down the length of his body, expecting to see himself buried in blushberries or worse.
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.
