"It's like they just expected it all to disappear once the sun came up." Remi grumped under his breath as he and Ronin continued to wade through trash left on the beach. Some of it was harmless and organic—fruit cores, sticks used for roasting things, bones—but there were also bags and soiled blankets, shoes, and bottles.
It was easy enough to use his telekineses to round up the trash and bring it close enough to stuff in a bag, but that wasn't the point. Leaning down and picking up a canteen that was almost entirely full still, Remi unscrewed the top and sniffed. It smelled like gasoline and 18 types of liquors all melding together. Exhaling his repulsion, he looked over towards Ronin with a grin, shaking the bottle in his hands.
"Dare you to take a drink of it." He challenged, tossing the bottle towards the Star.
It was easy enough to use his telekineses to round up the trash and bring it close enough to stuff in a bag, but that wasn't the point. Leaning down and picking up a canteen that was almost entirely full still, Remi unscrewed the top and sniffed. It smelled like gasoline and 18 types of liquors all melding together. Exhaling his repulsion, he looked over towards Ronin with a grin, shaking the bottle in his hands.
"Dare you to take a drink of it." He challenged, tossing the bottle towards the Star.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
