REMI
"Well, for however common they are on land, it is not as common to call people by their full names." Grinning, the expression rendering the Bastion a touch boyish, Remi shrugs. "Not unless they are in trouble, anyway." He adds.
Lifting his eyebrows at the pause, more than happy to hear the Tidebreaker out if he had more to say or to let the sentiment simply trail off, Remi turns his attention back to the beach to continue to comb for shells. "That sounds quite wise." Remi's smile is perhaps a touch self deprecating, if only because despite being Mort's demigod, taking the time to appreciate the things he had while he had them, was certainly not his strong suit.
"Ah! Perfetto!" Adding the shell to his collection, a look of masked surprise tugs at the Bastion's lips. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised at all that Hadama was interested in games—frivolity might not have been what the Tidebreaker was known for, but certainly strategy and cunning were—and yet here he was. "I can show you now. We're a few shells short, but so long as neither of us plays too brilliantly it shouldn't be a problem." Pausing, Remi cocks his head slightly to the side, glancing toward the last sliver of light on the horizon.
"If you have time, that is?"
Lifting his eyebrows at the pause, more than happy to hear the Tidebreaker out if he had more to say or to let the sentiment simply trail off, Remi turns his attention back to the beach to continue to comb for shells. "That sounds quite wise." Remi's smile is perhaps a touch self deprecating, if only because despite being Mort's demigod, taking the time to appreciate the things he had while he had them, was certainly not his strong suit.
"Ah! Perfetto!" Adding the shell to his collection, a look of masked surprise tugs at the Bastion's lips. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised at all that Hadama was interested in games—frivolity might not have been what the Tidebreaker was known for, but certainly strategy and cunning were—and yet here he was. "I can show you now. We're a few shells short, but so long as neither of us plays too brilliantly it shouldn't be a problem." Pausing, Remi cocks his head slightly to the side, glancing toward the last sliver of light on the horizon.
"If you have time, that is?"
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
