REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
With Ronin off Ronining in Torchline, and Mateo in daycare, the alchemist was left with an entire afternoon ahead of him with nothing planned. For one with such a creative mind who now owned an alchemy shop that was in desperate need of items to sell, Remi should have had any number of things planned, and yet...here he was, aimlessly walking through the city streets.
The balls of his feet itched and there was a tickle in the back of his skull that continuously twanged something in his spine. Remi felt off and uneasy with Ronin away, though he couldn't quite explain why. Perhaps that's why, with his hands buried in his pockets, and his eyes never seeming to linger on any one thing for long, he paused in front of a man shuffling a deck of cards.
A man he recognized despite the fact he was fully clothed. "Oh." If there was a rule that said you didn't address men you saw naked in brothels, Remi didn't know of it. "It's you." He adds incredibly unhelpfully.
The balls of his feet itched and there was a tickle in the back of his skull that continuously twanged something in his spine. Remi felt off and uneasy with Ronin away, though he couldn't quite explain why. Perhaps that's why, with his hands buried in his pockets, and his eyes never seeming to linger on any one thing for long, he paused in front of a man shuffling a deck of cards.
A man he recognized despite the fact he was fully clothed. "Oh." If there was a rule that said you didn't address men you saw naked in brothels, Remi didn't know of it. "It's you." He adds incredibly unhelpfully.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
