[se] passing afternoon

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Rolling his eyes playfully before giving his head an immediate shake, the demigod is left fumbling along the line of trying to be adamant that no, he really didn't have anything to teach without coming across as arrogant. "So you would like me to teach you how to reach your hand into something dangerous?" He asks, eyebrows raised and chin inclined slightly to the side. "Because that is really all it amounted to." That, poor decision-making, and a year's worth of pain that followed.

Before he can add more, Remi's gaze is tugged by the librarian who has seemingly appeared from the shadows. Towering above them (not really, but certainly it did feel that way), the Lullaby dropped his eyes to the soldier, widening them a fraction. Pressing his lips together and nodding stiffly, Remi clears his throat gently before rising. Were he Ronin, he might have offered the woman his arm and told her some charming story, or otherwise disarmed her with his smile and wit. Being the far less charismatic of the pair, all the alchemist can do is shift his fingers into long feathers that he might brush away a bit of dust and some lingering spiderwebs no doubt left by the recent arachnid assaults.