[SE] and down we go

oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile

'Well.' Remi turns a chin that trembles slightly toward the sound of Ronin's voice, trying on a smile that is shaky, but genuine. "I thought perhaps it might come up ball-shaped." He says, looking down at the steaming pile of sick and having to instantly turn away lest he add to it.

The fingers around his throat are warm, though the air they let in is brisk. Both are incredibly welcome, and Remi finds himself relaxing against Ronin with a sort of weariness that is more than skin-deep.

The mention of Finn makes Remi's cheeks burn hot and his toes grow cold. He feels as though he's broken the Spyglass's trust despite having said nothing at all. But actions speak quite loud, especially those of the alchemist. "Please." Remi agrees. Suddenly the noises and sights of the Silk Houses are tinged with violence and soft skin, and the alchemist's stomach begins once again to rise to the occasion.

"Suddenly using my feathers to make an ornament sounds like a grand idea." Remi chuckles, slipping an arm around Ronin's waist that the Star might lead them away from the busy sweetly-scented street.

The Lullaby