maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"The truth can be funny, can't it?" Remi asks dryly, before shaking his head. "But no, I wasn't. Most don't find me funny, anymore." Precisely because of the murder-thing, and the asshole-thing.
Humming a note of agreement at Finn's characterisation of things, Remi bit the inside of his cheek. "It isn't just that you don't have it. It's knowing that you could have it." He mumbled, before nodding more to himself than to Finn, seemingly content with this summation of things.
"Is that so? I imagine you're actually more suited than I am." Prostitution teaching many valuable skills. The work Finn was doing with someone like Cian suggested he was capable in some respects. "Ronin would probably have something to say about it though. At least after a little while." This did make Remi smile. He could both see the Star being unhappy about the duplicity but also playing along with itlike that episode of the office. He'd pretend nothing was amiss, that Finn was Remi, taking things as far as needed to continue the charade.
Turning towards Finn, illusion magic sprinkled across Remi's face to make the pair properly indistinguishable, the Alchemist-turned-Spyglass raised a brow. "And what would walking in your shoes, entail?" He asked in a poor mimicry of Finn's voice, his own accent not so easily smoothed away.
Humming a note of agreement at Finn's characterisation of things, Remi bit the inside of his cheek. "It isn't just that you don't have it. It's knowing that you could have it." He mumbled, before nodding more to himself than to Finn, seemingly content with this summation of things.
"Is that so? I imagine you're actually more suited than I am." Prostitution teaching many valuable skills. The work Finn was doing with someone like Cian suggested he was capable in some respects. "Ronin would probably have something to say about it though. At least after a little while." This did make Remi smile. He could both see the Star being unhappy about the duplicity but also playing along with it
Turning towards Finn, illusion magic sprinkled across Remi's face to make the pair properly indistinguishable, the Alchemist-turned-Spyglass raised a brow. "And what would walking in your shoes, entail?" He asked in a poor mimicry of Finn's voice, his own accent not so easily smoothed away.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
