& my heart ran away from me
Limber up, Vai had suggested. Do something other than drink, she'd suggested. It all sounded reasonable enough, but Remi thought it was a sly form of punishment for how much he'd drenched her lap in drool, and how long she had to sit with her legs numb with him snoozing away.
Ruffling a hand through his hair and giving the witch a still mostly-hungover stare, the Alchemist reached his arms above his head to stretch. "Okay but...how about no moving. I think I might just throw up if I have to run around." Remi conceded with a shaky grin, half convinced that he was going to throw up anyways even if he never moved again.
Ruffling a hand through his hair and giving the witch a still mostly-hungover stare, the Alchemist reached his arms above his head to stretch. "Okay but...how about no moving. I think I might just throw up if I have to run around." Remi conceded with a shaky grin, half convinced that he was going to throw up anyways even if he never moved again.
THE
ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
