i've got a river for a soul
"Oh, I'm not sure I would say chosen. That implies I had more a say in it than I did." The alchemist replies, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. Snorting, Remi lets his fingers comb up the back of his head to ruffle through his curls. "I remember Ronin and I nearly going crazy being stuck inside of a whole month. And we did venture out, realized what a mistake it was and...then did it again." Offering the madame a crooked smile, the alchemist just shrugs unapologetically.
He nods of course, happy to answer anything she might have in mind. Still, he doesn't expect the conversation to be about the gods, though perhaps that's just because the last time he saw her he'd failed to have sex with her and she was kissing him goodbye on the cheek. "Ah well, I could likely fill a book with the bad, so.." It's as if a cloud passes over Remi's face, all warmth gone despite the sunlight that falls on him. Feathering his jaw a few times, eventually, he exhales and nods toward the beach. "Let's sit, and I'll tell you bad stories of the gods until you've heard enough."
He nods of course, happy to answer anything she might have in mind. Still, he doesn't expect the conversation to be about the gods, though perhaps that's just because the last time he saw her he'd failed to have sex with her and she was kissing him goodbye on the cheek. "Ah well, I could likely fill a book with the bad, so.." It's as if a cloud passes over Remi's face, all warmth gone despite the sunlight that falls on him. Feathering his jaw a few times, eventually, he exhales and nods toward the beach. "Let's sit, and I'll tell you bad stories of the gods until you've heard enough."
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.
