REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
'A conversation, sure.' Remi grinned with a sly tilt of his head, his expression obviously one which implied that talking wasn't all the flood and the doctor had done.
"I mean, that would look good on me, yeah." The Alchemist said with a cheeky smirk. "But then I suppose I'd have to do something about it, so..." Rolling his wrist as if to imply he was caught between a rock and a hard place, he finally sighed and tossed his hands up. "I suppose I've got no other choice than to promote you. How would you feel about thinking about these sorts of issues at an official capacity?"
"I mean, that would look good on me, yeah." The Alchemist said with a cheeky smirk. "But then I suppose I'd have to do something about it, so..." Rolling his wrist as if to imply he was caught between a rock and a hard place, he finally sighed and tossed his hands up. "I suppose I've got no other choice than to promote you. How would you feel about thinking about these sorts of issues at an official capacity?"
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
