REMI
the alchemist
& my heart ran away with me
The most difficult thing about being a demigod, if you were to ask Remi just now, was just how damned impossible it was to stay drunk. Oh, the pair could chase the buzz all they want, but even with Remi's mixtures reaching around 80% alcohol, still the effects were lazy at best. Still, it's with pink cheeks and eyes opened different amounts that Remi gazes up at Ronin, shaking his head a firm no despite how the world threatened to swim around him in response. "And you trust this? Her being nice?" The Lullaby makes a face that's entirely at odds with the way his fingers have slipped beneath the bottom of Ronin's swim shorts.
"How about you," Remi counters, before promptly forgetting what it was he was going to say. Waving away his train of thought, he shrugs a shoulder up at Ronin to indicate the clean slice through his bicep which was already nearly healed. "Flora needed blood. My blood. For a quest." This is all said rather dramatically on Remi's part.
"For-" dun dun dunnn "-Safrin."
"How about you," Remi counters, before promptly forgetting what it was he was going to say. Waving away his train of thought, he shrugs a shoulder up at Ronin to indicate the clean slice through his bicep which was already nearly healed. "Flora needed blood. My blood. For a quest." This is all said rather dramatically on Remi's part.
"For-" dun dun dunnn "-Safrin."
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.
