i've got a river for a soul
"My guess is while Ronin is outside of this wagon he will be fighting monsters, and when he is in it, he will be eating or sleeping. Maybe some combination of both." Remi chuckled back, an affectionate blush of pink colouring his cheeks as he shook his head as if ruefully. "I grew up in a wagon. Not like this of course, but seeing parts of the countryside as I did?" Now Remi's smile grew sweet, allowing himself a moment of reprieve in one of only a handful of happy times from his younger days that his father hadn't managed to spoil.
Snapping himself out of it at the sound of Loren's voice, Remi ruffled an apologetic and bashful hand through his curls before tugging in a breath and nodding. "The roof is next. Same sort of thing, only with wood instead of glass. Still care to help?" The alchemist asked, offering Loren a fleeting look before glancing away to give the man every opportunity should he want to go.
Snapping himself out of it at the sound of Loren's voice, Remi ruffled an apologetic and bashful hand through his curls before tugging in a breath and nodding. "The roof is next. Same sort of thing, only with wood instead of glass. Still care to help?" The alchemist asked, offering Loren a fleeting look before glancing away to give the man every opportunity should he want to go.
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.
