[PQ] [SE] plant yourselves right here

R E M I "You already look great." Remi mumbles instinctively, making the words sound like an insult before seeming to remember that they weren't alone. Glancing up with a look of bashful surprise, the alchemist schools his mischievous expression into one of focus, clearing his throat and looking back at his work. Dismissing his duplicate, the alchemist straightens and places his hands against his lower back. Leaning into them, his bones realign with a delicious crackle that has him sighing. "I don't see why not." Remi replies cheerfully enough, reaching down to retrieve an armful of sandbags and moving them as if they contained nothing more than feathers.