Hot Date

Remi couldn't remember the last time he'd actually gone home to sleep. There didn't seem to be much point. He'd done exceptionally little to improve the quality of his home, and there was simply so much to do in his shop that it just seemed to make sense. And so, despite the fact that it was still a bit early, Remi had been up for a while already. Surprised to hear a knock on his door (especially given that it was rarely if ever locked), the alchemist furrowed his brows and rose from where he'd be quietly sketching out a new idea. Well. It wasn't actually, but that doesn't really matter just now. "Coming." He called cheerfully, hiding a yawn behind the back of his hand. Opening his door, Remi was not terribly surprised to see Sam standing there, though was surprised to see a flower thrust towards him. A brightly curious and sweet expression contorted the alchemist's face as Sam spoke. Knowing not a lot, but enough about his friend and neighbour to know that it was better to let him speak once he'd started, Remi silently reached forward for the flower, holding it gently as Sam spoke. — I just think you are handsome and we could...try. A multitude of responses flit through Remi's mind, the more negative ones largely resulting from his recent conversation with Jigano. Was he a hurt waiting to happen, for Sam? Were all of his good intentions merely misguided daggers waiting to slice those he cared about most? Through the muddle of it all, Remi smiled and ran a hand through his curls. In large part he truly didn't know at all how he felt about the bookmaker. Their encounter in the cave had sufficiently confused the beginning of their friendship and whatever more it may be, but wasn't it worth finding out? "I would love to Sam. When did you have in mind?" REMI I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close