Remi the Alchemist
Blind(ish) as he was, Remi didn't miss the flush on Phoebe's cheeks (in fact it was like a healthy blob of colour in his new vision), or the way her voice bobbed and bounced as if there was an soundless melody it fit against. "Mmm, delicious." He hummed, though there was still a glint of suspicion. Drunk, and happy-baking? Half of that sounded like something Phoebe would do after learning of Emmett's death..
Nodding at Pim, Remi uncorked his wine bottle and filled his glass.
Brandishing a warm smile, aglow with a blush of his own, Remi tugged in a happy breath. "I can safely say it is the best thing I have ever done." He gushed. The guildhall...on a mountain top...the bottom of a ravine...it wouldn't matter, so long as he was with Ronin. She was certainly right about that.
"Ahh well, needing to come up for air and all that." Remi chuckled. "Are you...alright?" He asked, trying not to sound too concerned or worried, but suddenly quite unsure about what this picnic was about.
Nodding at Pim, Remi uncorked his wine bottle and filled his glass.
Brandishing a warm smile, aglow with a blush of his own, Remi tugged in a happy breath. "I can safely say it is the best thing I have ever done." He gushed. The guildhall...on a mountain top...the bottom of a ravine...it wouldn't matter, so long as he was with Ronin. She was certainly right about that.
"Ahh well, needing to come up for air and all that." Remi chuckled. "Are you...alright?" He asked, trying not to sound too concerned or worried, but suddenly quite unsure about what this picnic was about.
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.
