The white sheep of the family
Letting out a huff of laughter, Loren nodded. ”That’s right, he does.” However, his expression faltered, unsure if he could or should be speaking with such familiarity. Finally he sighed, and crossed his arms. ”I don’t really know Ianto.” The summoner’s voice came out quietly.
It stayed quiet, though it gained a gentle and comforting tone as Remi recounted his past. ”I’m sorry to hear that.” The Launceleyn shifted his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. Feeling a great deal of relief with the alchemist explained the next step, the summoner let his hands drop to his sides. "Bottom." He moved so that he shift the board as needed, then held it as best he could.
It stayed quiet, though it gained a gentle and comforting tone as Remi recounted his past. ”I’m sorry to hear that.” The Launceleyn shifted his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. Feeling a great deal of relief with the alchemist explained the next step, the summoner let his hands drop to his sides. "Bottom." He moved so that he shift the board as needed, then held it as best he could.
Will blood tell
