all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
The sound of Ronin's voice both made Remi grin, but also chuckle with good-natured frustration. Biting the inside of his lip and raising a brow as he gaze down at a random assortment of gears and lenses and the like, the alchemist laughed to himself softly before setting his tools on the workbench and spinning easily in his seat to face the direction of the door.
Because of all the time spent within his own guild, he could clearly make out most things within it. Ronin of course, was like a comet blazing towards him, all sapphire-blue eyes and a smile that quite literally was radiant. Leaning back against the bench and wiping some grease on his shirt (why he continued to wear white was anyone's guess), he tilted his head almost skeptically to the side.
"Don't you knock? I could have been working on a gift for you." Remi grumbled happily.
Because of all the time spent within his own guild, he could clearly make out most things within it. Ronin of course, was like a comet blazing towards him, all sapphire-blue eyes and a smile that quite literally was radiant. Leaning back against the bench and wiping some grease on his shirt (why he continued to wear white was anyone's guess), he tilted his head almost skeptically to the side.
"Don't you knock? I could have been working on a gift for you." Remi grumbled happily.
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.
