wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat

REMI

the alchemist

Walk me home in the dead of night,
'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Noticed Olavi was. Intimidated Remi was not.

"Not much to look at." Remi commented dryly. His voice was free of humour and while it did border on something like a conversational tone, he'd be more than happy to continue strolling along the beach if the half-shark indicated he'd rather be alone. Though the Alchemist's eyes did travel down the bodyguard's torso, it was without much interest. Remi's thoughts heavily revolved around Ronin; not even a naked half-fish could untether his mind.

Despite his comment, Remi too glanced up to the impossibly empty sky above, giving it a silent half-snarl. Having never had to endure a LongNight without Ronin, Remi felt the relative peace and safety of Torchline like a low-frequency hum in the back of his mind. It was always there, annoyingly present, serving as a constant reminder.

So say you'll stay with me tonight.
'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!