Woodstains [Open]

It was probably for the best that Bastien kept his availability to himself for the time being, lest Remi all but crumble into a useless and blubbering mess. It didn't help Remi's case that he'd already shared quite personal details of his life with this stranger which of course made him unconsciously feel a bit closer to him, but hearing his own familiar accent from the man's lips resonated far more strongly within Remi's mind than he would have thought possible. "I...." Remi murmured, clearly flustered now despite trying to laugh it away. Already his mind was playing with the connotations of what the man had said, and Remi had to swallow down uneasy thoughts of the implications. "..thank you." He managed, all too relieved to see his humble shop just ahead. Glancing skeptically at Bastien's unabashed criticism, Remi chuckled. "In your paintings, or in real life?" He asked before producing a key and opening the door. Inside Bastien would find a cozy and what some might think of as cluttered interior. There was a counter in the back left corner, a woodstove burning in an unseen room, and shelves upon shelves of half-finished inventions and other creations in various stages of completion. Walking to the back where once upon a time Remi had been trying to perfect the blue of Loren's eyes in paint form, he grabbed for several brushes. "I have something to admit." Remi said with a mischievous smile as he leaned against the counter. Grabbing from beneath it several jars of vibrant jewel-toned colours he'd made, he looked towards Bastien and grinned. "I am a bit of a fraud as of late." With a flourish of his own, 5 canvases appeared in his hands, neatly stretched over wood and of various dimensions. "I did use to create everything myself. I hope you will not think less of my abilities as an alchemist for taking a few shortcuts now and then." remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence