REMI
the alchemist
& my heart ran away with me
Using the canals as a method of relaxation was a bit like having a picnic in the middle of one of Torchline's 'road's. Still, as with most things that happened in Torchline, everyone more or less just did whatever the fuck they wanted. If it was a problem, Remi would move.
Probably.
The sun was already high, the day threatening to be warmer than it should. If anything that was an ominous sign given the rains that would soon come. For now though there was nothing more than a light shower overhead that, if you tried hard enough, you could almost pretend wasn't there at all.
Shirtless, wearing a pair of swimming-shorts and sunglasses Seren had made for him, Remi sat upon the edge of one of the canals with what looked like a raft. It was tied to a post, and the Alchemist was just about to apparently try and sit himself upon it.
Probably.
The sun was already high, the day threatening to be warmer than it should. If anything that was an ominous sign given the rains that would soon come. For now though there was nothing more than a light shower overhead that, if you tried hard enough, you could almost pretend wasn't there at all.
Shirtless, wearing a pair of swimming-shorts and sunglasses Seren had made for him, Remi sat upon the edge of one of the canals with what looked like a raft. It was tied to a post, and the Alchemist was just about to apparently try and sit himself upon it.
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.
