Feeling the nudge against his shoulder, Remi paused his work for a moment thinking that it was merely the jostling of the crowd around him. However as a strangely accented voice called out his name, Remi let his hands drop to his sides as he turned within the sea of people to regard a face he did not recognize. Which, given that Remi was all but mostly-blind, meant he couldn't actually see Sascha very well. It was only those he was familiar with that his blind-sight allowed him to recognize. As it was, the man was mostly a shadowy figure outlined vaguely in strands of silver.
"Ahh, yes." Remi said with a boyishly befuddled smile, his head inclined gently to the side. "I am Remi. And you are?" He asked, his own voice accented as well, though in a manner far different from his counter part's.
"Ahh, yes." Remi said with a boyishly befuddled smile, his head inclined gently to the side. "I am Remi. And you are?" He asked, his own voice accented as well, though in a manner far different from his counter part's.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
