i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi smiled weakly at that. He had no one in his blood-family that he was at all proud to be related to. Still, he could understand the sentiment well enough, being more than proud for the people in his life he now considered his family.
With a bashful smile, Remi entered into the mortuary having absolutely no idea what to expect. And yet still he was surprised. Shivering slightly at the chill from blocks of ice that he currently couldn't see, the alchemist stepped forward with his mouth agape as he looked around. Though he didn't understand all of what he was seeing, being an artisan he could certainly respect the cleanliness and the way that everything was lined up just so. Getting a sense that part of this was for hygienic reasons, he reached down and wiped errantly at the grease and soil that stained his clothes, banishing it instantly.
"You have certainly done that. From one craftsman to another, this is most impressive." Remi breathed, his fingers trailing over but not touching the various tools.
With a bashful smile, Remi entered into the mortuary having absolutely no idea what to expect. And yet still he was surprised. Shivering slightly at the chill from blocks of ice that he currently couldn't see, the alchemist stepped forward with his mouth agape as he looked around. Though he didn't understand all of what he was seeing, being an artisan he could certainly respect the cleanliness and the way that everything was lined up just so. Getting a sense that part of this was for hygienic reasons, he reached down and wiped errantly at the grease and soil that stained his clothes, banishing it instantly.
"You have certainly done that. From one craftsman to another, this is most impressive." Remi breathed, his fingers trailing over but not touching the various tools.
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.
