He said "I bet you don't remember me"
It is only the sheer, spectacular scale of Kaisel’s undoing that prevents Remi from laughing outright. The sound that comes out of the younger man has nothing in common with the self-assured call which had rattled through the house moments earlier, and despite himself, Remi feels the corner of his mouth threaten to curl upward. He schools it away, his expression smoothing into something near enough to neutral that it might almost pass, were it not for the light in his sea-glass eyes.
The little bag of sand comes flying at him before he can decide whether to spare Kaisel any further embarrassment. Remi catches it easily in one hand, fingers closing around the soft weight without so much as looking away, and lets it settle into his palm. Glancing down, he gives the pouch a thoughtful toss once, then again, as if it is this rather than the explanation he means to consider. "I can breathe underwater," he says at last, gently enough that it might almost be helpful.
His gaze returns to Kaisel then, brows drawing together by the smallest degree as though some vital detail has failed to add up. The bag of sand shifts absently between his hands, its pale grains whispering within the fabric. "And I thought I heard you say when your cheeks suck all the way in," he adds, the suspicion in his voice so mild and conversational as to be almost worse. For another moment, Remi simply studies him, head tilted, his faded chambray hanging loose over his bulky frame and the amusement he is failing to suppress softening every line of his face.
Then, mercifully—or perhaps not—he looks past Kaisel toward the crooked painting and the sand already beginning to claim territory across the entryway. "I came to see Flora," he says, as though that has always been the central matter at hand. "We didn't see her with you in the desert and wanted to make sure she was alright."
The little bag of sand comes flying at him before he can decide whether to spare Kaisel any further embarrassment. Remi catches it easily in one hand, fingers closing around the soft weight without so much as looking away, and lets it settle into his palm. Glancing down, he gives the pouch a thoughtful toss once, then again, as if it is this rather than the explanation he means to consider. "I can breathe underwater," he says at last, gently enough that it might almost be helpful.
His gaze returns to Kaisel then, brows drawing together by the smallest degree as though some vital detail has failed to add up. The bag of sand shifts absently between his hands, its pale grains whispering within the fabric. "And I thought I heard you say when your cheeks suck all the way in," he adds, the suspicion in his voice so mild and conversational as to be almost worse. For another moment, Remi simply studies him, head tilted, his faded chambray hanging loose over his bulky frame and the amusement he is failing to suppress softening every line of his face.
Then, mercifully—or perhaps not—he looks past Kaisel toward the crooked painting and the sand already beginning to claim territory across the entryway. "I came to see Flora," he says, as though that has always been the central matter at hand. "We didn't see her with you in the desert and wanted to make sure she was alright."
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
