the house that built me

Remi grumbled agreement at this. Finishing his wine, he glanced outside with a weary sigh. The storm didn't seem as though it was going to abate anytime soon. No matter; the alchemist wasn't made of sugar. A little water wouldn't harm him. 'I appreciate you talking to me about Ludo, and the rest of it." Remi said, standing and pushing his chair in after he moved aside. "But nice as this has been, I think I'd much prefer to wait out this storm with Ronin." Turning, the alchemist would gently lob his guardian-sphere into the roaring fireplace, knowing it would appear on his bedside in the morning. ~FIN remi Too long till I drown in your hands