Remi glanced almost desperately over at Ronin, as if expecting a side effect of his hangover to suddenly be a miraculous solution to this problem. "I never know with Loren." He admitted with a chuckle, wishing that he would feel that familiar thrill of adoration for the Launceleyn, but of course feeling nothing at all. "Don't know where he is, don't know how he feels." With an exasperated but not angry sigh, Remi leaned his head back against the railing. He loved all of Loren's Lorenisms implicitly. That didn't mean dealing with the man was any less difficult though. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
