As Remi slid past, the Launceleyn’s shoulders tensed. They stayed that way as the alchemist walked away. Almost subconsciously, the summoner’s gaze did indeed follow the other man as he left. Loren’s eyes grew misty as he saw Remi dumping his set of books on the nearest desk. Before the Launceleyn knew what was happening, he found his feet following the alchemist's footsteps. [say]”I didn’t want our last conversation to be our last interaction.”[/say] The summoner's voice came out in the barest of whispers, and his arms tightened almost painfully on the pile of books he was carrying.
Unable to meet the other man’s gaze, Loren continued to stare at the volume he’d been studying without seeing this whole time. Then the corner of his lips quirked up and he let out a huff of laughter. [say]”You’d think I’d have learned the folly of talking to you when I’m not in my right mind.”[/say]
Unable to meet the other man’s gaze, Loren continued to stare at the volume he’d been studying without seeing this whole time. Then the corner of his lips quirked up and he let out a huff of laughter. [say]”You’d think I’d have learned the folly of talking to you when I’m not in my right mind.”[/say]
