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"Hence the wagon." Remi agreed with a grin. He didn't quite feel Loren's same enthusiasm, which was strange given their respective personalities, but he was content enough to float in the waters of it just the same. "I think I have lost that title." He replied quietly, seeming not to be bothered by it. He'd never wanted it in the first place, though there was a small prick of something in the back of his mind as the Launceleyn mentioned it. Just another thing that the alchemist wasn't anymore, most likely. Snorting as a flush briefly coloured his cheeks, Remi raised his eyebrows and shook his head with mock worry. "I think I would be happy to never hear you say you are obligated to pump me full of anything, ever again." He teased, half-narrowing one eye to stare slyly at the Launceleyn. The change in Loren was so swift and total that Remi found himself all but gawking at his almost-maybe-again-friend. Unconsciously one of his hands went to his wrist where once a golden cuff had been, and he rubbed at the spot now free of any such adornment. Loren's easy smile broke the alchemist out of his reverie, and he returned it with equal boyish ease. "Not keeping track sounds best." The alchemist agreed, letting Loren lead the way. Once upon a time it had been the location of their last kiss, but now that was likely a memory long forgotten by the Launceleyn and unremembered by the alchemist. Reaching for a bottle of something clear and smelling sweetly of botanicals, Remi poured them each a glasses' worth. "So?" When was the last time Remi and Loren had done small talk? "What's new?" R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space