i'm not the man they think i am at home
'Hands or feet," Remi repeats with boyish intensity. 'Got it.' Happily he throws his shoulder against the trunk of the tree that more gourds might rain down on them. Starting off with hands and feet is easy, but Remi imagines that the intensity will only ramp up from there.
"Aaaaaand incoming!" Clapsing his hands together as if about to hit a volleyball, what is meant to bounce the gourd toward Ronin that the Star might spike it into the ground, instead leaves Remi covered in orange with small teeth biting into the skin around his wrists. Grumbling under his breath, Remi shakes out his hands before clearing the innards of the gourd from his eyes with his shoulder.
"I do not mean to be that guy, but it really is not as fun when they are so small."
"Aaaaaand incoming!" Clapsing his hands together as if about to hit a volleyball, what is meant to bounce the gourd toward Ronin that the Star might spike it into the ground, instead leaves Remi covered in orange with small teeth biting into the skin around his wrists. Grumbling under his breath, Remi shakes out his hands before clearing the innards of the gourd from his eyes with his shoulder.
"I do not mean to be that guy, but it really is not as fun when they are so small."
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.
