it was all dead end roads, heaven knows
Sitting up and frowning slightly as their conversation came to a close, the alchemist sighed softly and nodded. The thought of Sam sleeping in a tent (feeling the coldness of the ground and aching in the morning, all because of a device that Remi himself had made), made Remi want to curl inwards and sigh deeply. Instead though, he merely smiled down at the stone and nodded. "And you, me."
Standing, he offered Sam a hand if he wanted it, before leaning back with his hands on his lower back to stretch out his muscles.
"If you need anything, you will let me know?" Like a new tent? A better pillow? Anything?
Standing, he offered Sam a hand if he wanted it, before leaning back with his hands on his lower back to stretch out his muscles.
"If you need anything, you will let me know?" Like a new tent? A better pillow? Anything?
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.
