Stiffening slightly as the artist placed his hands on Remi's shoulders, depositing him into a nearby chair, the alchemist raised a concerned and confused brow. Glancing nervously towards the assorted bits of face-paint and other makeup that he'd helped to make, he swallowed and gave Bastien a shaky look. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.