REMI
Remi snarls—with fangs and puffed cheeks that threaten to sprout whiskers—as Ronin nuzzles against him. It's all for show of course, and the deep blush of affection that colours Remi's cheeks is far more telling than his leonine-display. "You are an absolute menace." The Alchemist hisses under his breath, leaning in as if to kiss the Star, before plopping a dollop of what is basically just whiskey-paste at this point, onto his nose.
Remi's triumphant grin disappears as Amalia nears, though the boyish look of contempt is clearly for show as well. "Listen. I've seen you do it. You just...you know, heavy cream, sugar, and you mix it about. Sugar has even helped to keep the bowl cold, which I remembered you saying was important." But, like any good experimenter, Remi is happy to give his sample over to the more knowledgable one.
"Did she just say I ruined it with whiskey? I don't know Ronin, this might have been a mistake." Remi chuckles under his breath following the baker into the kitchen.
Remi's triumphant grin disappears as Amalia nears, though the boyish look of contempt is clearly for show as well. "Listen. I've seen you do it. You just...you know, heavy cream, sugar, and you mix it about. Sugar has even helped to keep the bowl cold, which I remembered you saying was important." But, like any good experimenter, Remi is happy to give his sample over to the more knowledgable one.
"Did she just say I ruined it with whiskey? I don't know Ronin, this might have been a mistake." Remi chuckles under his breath following the baker into the kitchen.
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.
