cut up our losses into doable doses
ration our tears and sighs
"Perhaps I was a tailor in another life, you don't know." So saying, Remi ran a finger along Ronin's collar. The hemming swiftly changed to dark blue petals beneath his finger, as a deep collared-V of deep crimson-coloured ivy snaked its way into existence. The fabric of the shirt suddenly become tightly woven moss, soft but breathable; loosely held together, which was surely no accident. "What do you think?" Mischief and love sparked in the alchemist's shattered-stare as he looked over his work with a humble eye of approval. "Well, one, you've done hardly any stretches. You'll seize up soon enough. Wouldn't want to be stiff, would you?" Remi hummed innocently.
Remi
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.