REMI
the bastion
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi huffs out a low chuckle, his head tilting slightly as a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Usually it’s the man who says that," he says, of coming early. Ruffling his hand through his curls and grinning boyishly, his fingers linger in his hair for a moment before falling to the table, palm open and relaxed.
"But," he adds, slipping smoothly back into something a little more polite, "if I remember right, Sunjata keeps a few bottles of my waterfall gin stashed behind the bar." He lifts a hand to flag down a passing waiter, offering a warm smile and a quiet request for a glass before turning his attention fully back to Colt.
His sea-glass gaze lingers on her label pile with playful intrigue before sliding upward, warmer now that they’re face to face and settled. "So. The rodeo," he says, resting his forearms lightly on the table. "Why don’t you tell me what you’re planning? I’ve heard enough to be curious, though not enough to know what sorts of shifts of mine and Ronin's I should be offering." The tone is light, teasing, touched with that affectionate exasperation he tends to reserve for the braver souls who ask things of him without flinching.
"But," he adds, slipping smoothly back into something a little more polite, "if I remember right, Sunjata keeps a few bottles of my waterfall gin stashed behind the bar." He lifts a hand to flag down a passing waiter, offering a warm smile and a quiet request for a glass before turning his attention fully back to Colt.
His sea-glass gaze lingers on her label pile with playful intrigue before sliding upward, warmer now that they’re face to face and settled. "So. The rodeo," he says, resting his forearms lightly on the table. "Why don’t you tell me what you’re planning? I’ve heard enough to be curious, though not enough to know what sorts of shifts of mine and Ronin's I should be offering." The tone is light, teasing, touched with that affectionate exasperation he tends to reserve for the braver souls who ask things of him without flinching.
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.
