Well, the mud was still everywhere. Remi had tried to use some to make a few figurines for Aoife, but that hadn't worked at all. Instead the mud had simply reverted back to a blob and then determinedly begun to make a mess of things. Well, no one could say that he hadn't tried to make the best of the strange semi-sentient mud. Nor would they fault him for gathering it up into a large ball, which he kicked down the street.
Right towards the small fox, as it turned out.
Remi didn't notice Oliver given how small he currently was. Out of the corner of his eye he might have thought he was a cat even (if he missed the dramatically large ears, of course). Putting his hands in his pockets the alchemist began to whistle as he strode down the street.
Right towards the small fox, as it turned out.
Remi didn't notice Oliver given how small he currently was. Out of the corner of his eye he might have thought he was a cat even (if he missed the dramatically large ears, of course). Putting his hands in his pockets the alchemist began to whistle as he strode down the street.
we were ring-around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun
never give up, never slow down, never grow old,
never, ever die young
never give up, never slow down, never grow old,
never, ever die young
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.
