aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Here on a mission rather than for pleasure, Remi stands riggedly in the rain with his arms crossed snuggly around his chest. The waterproofing on his jacket isn't the best, but it will do for now. It isn't as though a little rain would hurt him, but then, he also didn't want to draw an undue attention to himself.
"Hey—" Remi calls out to the boy with the keen eyes and flop of red hair. Where once upon a time his whisper might have been followed by a get the fuck to the back of the line, today's version of Remi (for however long he sticks around), nods his head that Milo might come over and have a word with him. "You seem like you know your way around here." He says of the smuggler's easy manner in the crowds, and the look of recognition between he and the shopkeeper.
"Hey—" Remi calls out to the boy with the keen eyes and flop of red hair. Where once upon a time his whisper might have been followed by a get the fuck to the back of the line, today's version of Remi (for however long he sticks around), nods his head that Milo might come over and have a word with him. "You seem like you know your way around here." He says of the smuggler's easy manner in the crowds, and the look of recognition between he and the shopkeeper.
THE
LULLABY
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.
