Please Welcome to the Stage...

As the chilly paint touched his skin, Remi hissed in a breath and flinched, but made no effort to halt the artist. He could easily have done, given the magic, muscle and animals at his disposal, but instead he gazed up at Bastien with an entirely displeased and submissive expression and sighed. Snorting in agreement, Remi shrugged. "Would it not be better if I was just horribly plain so that all eyes were on you?" At the mention of using magic, Remi quirked a brow and tilted his head, frowning at the way his skin seemed to stretch tauntly beneath the paint. Despite wanting to rub idly at his chin and neck, Remi bit down on the urge and instead looked up towards Bastien with a not-quite understanding stare. "Stand and look beautiful, and then zap?" Remi repeated incredulously, trying very hard to give Bastien a serious and pointed stare, though likely failing to do so because of the elaborate cosmos now spiraling up his neck. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space