the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
Holding an assortment of potatoes and peaches against his coat, Remi nearly drops one as it slides against the fabric of his mitten where there are no fingers. Gasping and frantically adjusting (had he not been wearing so many layers his wings would have shot out to serve as extra hands), the alchemist grimaces, trying to decide between handing the items back to Finn or holding them awkwardly.
"...oh, no." Blushing and gritting his teeth, Remi looks at Finn's lapel and gives his head another shake. "I was hoping to speak to you, actually. About...well, about something." (you don't say) Gesturing at the produce, the alchemist raises his brows and hazards a glance at Finn. "Did you want...?" To take these? To put them inside? To let me put you to sleep so that we can put a forest around us and iterations of our youths between us to help keep things civil?
"...oh, no." Blushing and gritting his teeth, Remi looks at Finn's lapel and gives his head another shake. "I was hoping to speak to you, actually. About...well, about something." (
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
