if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
"I helped her for you." Remi countered softly. Scrunching his eyes closed with frustration that could only be directed at himself, Remi exhaled a held-breath and ran his fingers like claws over his scalp.
"Is that your way of also saying we are...not even friends, now?" The alchemist asked, trying his best to keep his wounded heart from colouring his words too noticeably. He'd not guilt the fox into giving him the answer he wanted—craved—but of course emotions had never really been a thing he was skilled at hiding.
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.
