"Ah, yes. Thank you." Remi says, sitting contentedly and with ease in the aging and perhaps unappealing bench. A commoner after all, and the lowest of the low in what he used to think of as back home, Remi is unused to fineries, and seems much more content where there is a bit of paint worn away and dust accumulated.
As Amalia returns, Remi watches her with humble and kind eyes. "I would appreciate that. I grew up without siblings and with no close family so my knowledge of raising children is.. .ahh, limited." He added finally with a chuckle. For her part, Aoife punctuated this sentiment with a happy gurgle, her small and chubby fists banging against the wood. As Amalia makes her face, Aoife pauses, starry-eyes wide with wonder. After a moment her lips picker, drool flowing proudly down her chin as she cackles merrily.
"Oh, berry, please." Remi says, glancing up with a boyish smile as his stomach growled in happy anticipation.
"How long have you owned this shoppe?"
As Amalia returns, Remi watches her with humble and kind eyes. "I would appreciate that. I grew up without siblings and with no close family so my knowledge of raising children is.. .ahh, limited." He added finally with a chuckle. For her part, Aoife punctuated this sentiment with a happy gurgle, her small and chubby fists banging against the wood. As Amalia makes her face, Aoife pauses, starry-eyes wide with wonder. After a moment her lips picker, drool flowing proudly down her chin as she cackles merrily.
"Oh, berry, please." Remi says, glancing up with a boyish smile as his stomach growled in happy anticipation.
"How long have you owned this shoppe?"
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
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.
