oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
It's convenient that Remi's memory-magic is what it is. He's almost never without the things he might need, especially with Ronin around. Of course, the Star thinks of the most absurd coat he can think of from his time as a Stormgaurd, and so Remi is left wearing a ridiculously pompous looking double-breasted jacket.
Remi frowns at his husband instantly. "As if I would ever suggest something so predictable." He scoffs, insulted. (He'd absolutely been about to suggest that). "We had one of these appear in the Greatwood too." The alchemist adds conversationally, though he's clearly distracted by the flourishes of colours and smells that waft through the Silk Houses.
"So just...any ball?" Remi wants to know, pulling his eyes off of a cart that appears to just have meat rotating on a spit.
Remi frowns at his husband instantly. "As if I would ever suggest something so predictable." He scoffs, insulted. (He'd absolutely been about to suggest that). "We had one of these appear in the Greatwood too." The alchemist adds conversationally, though he's clearly distracted by the flourishes of colours and smells that waft through the Silk Houses.
"So just...any ball?" Remi wants to know, pulling his eyes off of a cart that appears to just have meat rotating on a spit.
The Lullaby
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.
