Please Welcome to the Stage...

"Did you just call me a prop?" The alchemist asked with an amused smirk, both liking and wanting to shy away from the feeling of Bastien's hands in his hair. However the feeling of the brush was far less desirable, and the alchemist grumbled under his breath as the artist went about trying to tame his curls. Every now and then just to be difficult, he'd let a few feathers crop up to halt the progress of the brush. "Girls disappear? I cannot do anything of the sort, Bastien." Remi said, hoping that would be enough to dissuade whatever performance he'd someone been roped into, until his lips were silenced by what felt like a thick coating of paint. Skeptically, Remi looked at the costume and crossed his arms. "As flattered as I am, I think perhaps you got my measurements wrong, Bastien." Would this finally be his way out? R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space