it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
Remi is forced to wiggle as well; even as his wings disappear, the alchemist was stupid enough to keep his clothes on making the task far harder than it ever needed to be. Conjuring blankets from memories of nights swathed beneath them, Remi drapes one around the pair of them and rests the other over their laps. Shivering as the wind rushes against them, it suddenly occurs to Remi that: "—if you were on fire right now, do you think this cloud would burn up? Don't do it." He's quick to add.
'How are you two?' He asks of Star and Flood.
"Ianto? No of course not." Remi was quite sure that if anyone ever tried to give the fox that much responsibility, he'd spontaneously develop a possum shift and promptly play dead. 'Well, you wouldn't have guessed her anyway, seeing as she'd all but vanished. But Phoebe."
'How are you two?' He asks of Star and Flood.
"Ianto? No of course not." Remi was quite sure that if anyone ever tried to give the fox that much responsibility, he'd spontaneously develop a possum shift and promptly play dead. 'Well, you wouldn't have guessed her anyway, seeing as she'd all but vanished. But Phoebe."
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
