REMI
They hadn't decided they were going to do this, so much as boredom drove them to it. Boredom and death and ghosts that softly lingered.
"You know, you could help with this—" Remi calls from upstairs. Ronin is 'preparing snacks' and 'getting the table ready', but the Alchemist is almost positive that when he makes it back to the main room, he'll find Ronin in his underwear having a staring contest with Sugar, or something equally unhelpful. The thought of it brings a smile to his face, as he chuckles and does his best to carry their supplies from Ronin's 'craft room'.
Magic and strength are one thing, but canvases and art supplies are unwieldy at the best of times. An open bottle of glitter has already spilled down Remi's shirt, and many of the dried flowers he was trying to be so careful with had fallen, lining his wake with sad florals.
"You know, you could help with this—" Remi calls from upstairs. Ronin is 'preparing snacks' and 'getting the table ready', but the Alchemist is almost positive that when he makes it back to the main room, he'll find Ronin in his underwear having a staring contest with Sugar, or something equally unhelpful. The thought of it brings a smile to his face, as he chuckles and does his best to carry their supplies from Ronin's 'craft room'.
Magic and strength are one thing, but canvases and art supplies are unwieldy at the best of times. An open bottle of glitter has already spilled down Remi's shirt, and many of the dried flowers he was trying to be so careful with had fallen, lining his wake with sad florals.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
