Dolce

The alchemist chuckled beneath his breath as the ascended mention canvases and painting. It made him think of Bastien and how he'd said something similiar when speaking of how he might try and please Safrin. The sentiment of every day being a new day with which to fill with whatever one might like was certainly a new way of thinking for the alchemist who'd spent two decades doing as he was told and expecting nothing much out of life. Catching the sausage easily, Remi chuckled slightly thinking nothing at all of the small morsels Archebold was constantly providing him (or of what they might be made) and popped it into his mouth. At the sound of Archebold's clapping, Remi raised a brow and shook his head with feigned embarrassment. "Shall I catch it with a beak next time? Or perhaps as a lion?" As the man offered to hear what had happened, the alchemist considered his proposal in silence. There wasn't really much to say. But given the hospitality that the man had shown the alchemist for seemingly no reason at all, Remi felt remiss to simply decline his kind offer. And so, pulling his gaze upwards from his palm, the alchemist nodded. "I had feelings for someone. Love, actually. And one of the gods here took it away." Remi smiled a bit sadly and shrugged his shoulders gently. "Truth be told though it is perhaps for the best. Things ... were not meant to be, I am coming to realize. " REMI I'm gonna free fall out into nothin' Gonna leave this world for awhile