Please Welcome to the Stage...

As the door was flung open with Bastien's normal amounts of artistic flare, Remi silently wondered just what it was he'd gotten himself into. He couldn't help the way his eyes trailed down the man's open collar, and then back up again guided by the painted-on stars and other cosmic additions he'd decorated himself with. With an unabashed look of confusion, Remi glanced wonderingly at Bastien was he was heralded inside, his attention direction to the table containing other performance-related objects. "Your assistant?" Remi asked, his head tilting to the side a tad skeptically. Narrowing his eyes with amusement, he glanced to the objects Bastien was holding, and then again at his outfit in general. "I am not sure if you know this about me Bastien, but I am not...ah..." The alchemist swallowed. "..a performer." R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space