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Given what being an assistant seemed to entail, Remi thought being a prop would suit him a good deal better. That being said, Bastien seemed quite determined to force Remi into this role whether or not he liked it. With a grumble the feathers all but disappeared, though Bastien would find a few fluttering from the side of the alchemist’s head or stuck in his brush. “Without my hands, mm?” Remi said with a raised brow, a vaguely suggestive smile on his lips as he chuckled under his breath. With a resigned sigh—arguing no longer seemed at all like it would get him anywhere—the alchemist did as he was told. Besides, Bastien had seen him mostly naked by this point, so removing his shirt hardly seemed something worth feeling awkward about. Pulling his shirt over his head, and being surprisingly careful of smudging the paint on his neck and the side of his face, Remi gestured for the garment he was meant to be wearing. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space