Bastien beamed, glad Ronin would make it to his next celebration. "As soon as I have them I will send a letter, my friend." It would be a more exclusive event than his wedding had been, he thought; a chance to celebrate with friends rather than invite anyone who might want to come.
Honestly, Bastien could not imagine Remi's temper to be particularly intimidating (he had always seen the Alchemist as somewhat young and naive for his age, though well meaning), but he trusted Ronin's word. The death of a child could do many things to a man, after all. "Mmm. It is good he is still making, though. Creativity is a wonderful balm for all kinds of pain...as I'm sure you expected me to say." He laughed, knowing full well he was often a stereotypical artist.
"Temper is not always bad. At least you say all you need to." He shrugged, looking off into the ocean. "Rexanna and I...do not really seem to fight, but my past relationships have not always been that way. It is another kind of passion, almost...you care enough to be angry about it, I suppose." Shaking his head, Bastien looked back to Ronin. "Sorry. Rambling again. If you'd like to talk about those arguments...well, I can promise you nothing would ever leave this beach."
