& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along
Hardly paying attention, Remi nearly walked straight into Loren. Given how darkly the man was dressed and how slight his build was, fat on his bones or not, the alchemist started abruptly as he pulled up so as not to crash into the summoner. Eye to eye for a moment that stretched an indeterminate amount of time, Remi noticed that, for the first time, he felt so very very little for the man before him. There were complex emotions still swirling around, but now they seemed more a mental itch, not something that painfully twisted at his stomach and blew like a cool wind through his veins.
"Hi." Remi responded, accented voice tight from his lips as he nodded. Tapping his fingers on the book he held—a rhythmic indication of his discomfort—Remi cleared his throat and looked over Loren's shoulder. Nodding slightly in a paradigmatic well, I need to get around you, he offered the summoner a tight-lipped smile and tried to move around his dark-clad frame.
"Hi." Remi responded, accented voice tight from his lips as he nodded. Tapping his fingers on the book he held—a rhythmic indication of his discomfort—Remi cleared his throat and looked over Loren's shoulder. Nodding slightly in a paradigmatic well, I need to get around you, he offered the summoner a tight-lipped smile and tried to move around his dark-clad frame.
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.
