REMI
Remi absolutely did mind, the words do I look like I fucking work here? already half-formed on his lips as he turned to fix the man speaking to him with a hard stare. Which is of course when he recognized him. How could he not? Once, bashful and ashamed, Remi had hardly been able to look at Saiden much less hold up his end of a conversation. And though the pair hadn't had many of those, the alchemist did indeed remember who he was, and offered him a greeting befitting that memory: his fist aimed directly at Saiden's nose.
Stronger, faster, and likely a good deal more hostile than the sailor was, the alchemist would aim his knuckles right into the bridge of Saiden's nose. So much the better if the bone broke. "That's for you and your banshee of a sister stealing my bar." He'd have absolutely hit the man's kin had she shown up as well.
Stronger, faster, and likely a good deal more hostile than the sailor was, the alchemist would aim his knuckles right into the bridge of Saiden's nose. So much the better if the bone broke. "That's for you and your banshee of a sister stealing my bar." He'd have absolutely hit the man's kin had she shown up as well.
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.
