Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Though Remi had never heard of Orion's Belt, based on context he could only assume it was the name of a constellation from Bastien's world. The idea that fashion was somehow a part of the night sky in the land the artist came from was a bit strange, but Remi merely smiled at the mental image it conjured. However as he asked about a telescope, Remi bit down on the inside of his lip and turned his gaze away slightly. Taking a breath the alchemist nodded slowly. "One I have been working on, yes." He admitted, though the melodic cadence of his voice was now decidedly more somber. A telescope was one of the things he'd been working on in secret with Loren. Most of their work had to be focused on that which would help the Settlement as a whole, but in their spare hours they'd been working on different lenses to try and get the optical portion of the device perfect.
Even without his feelings for the Launceleyn, that abandoned project made something inside of Remi curl in on itself and wither sadly. "I would be happy to show you." He added after a moment, his openly expectant smile resurfacing slowly.
"Mm?" The alchemist hummed thoughtfully looking down into his basket. Twitching his lips slightly as he looked down at their assortment, considering thoughtfully. "If I say yes it just means you will have to come back sooner if you use up your supply of blue as quickly as last time." Then again if this goddess of Bastien's did have the starry aesthetic the man had described, that wasn't so surprising. "But you are right. Conservation is important." Remi added with a chuckle, tucking his notebook into his basket.
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.
