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Of course Remi came to help, it was his guild after all.
In he comes holding in his arms various supplies he thought they might need: paints, glues, brushes, glitter (mostly spilled down the front of his shirt and in his curls, making him look impossibly cherub-like and young), with even more supplies following magically behind as well. Kicking open the door, Remi peered over his pile of random things, spying Amalia and Jiao already inside. Though his only interact with the fae-woman had been her heckling him about the pens he had made, he still flashed her a bright smile as he made his way over.
All but dropping the items onto the table (and then immediately trying to right the paint), Remi sneezed as bits of glitter fell into his eyes, clinging to his lashes and his unshaven beard.
"Here to—" Stifling another sneeze into his arm, Remi grinned a wry apology towards Amalia before shrugging.
In he comes holding in his arms various supplies he thought they might need: paints, glues, brushes, glitter (mostly spilled down the front of his shirt and in his curls, making him look impossibly cherub-like and young), with even more supplies following magically behind as well. Kicking open the door, Remi peered over his pile of random things, spying Amalia and Jiao already inside. Though his only interact with the fae-woman had been her heckling him about the pens he had made, he still flashed her a bright smile as he made his way over.
All but dropping the items onto the table (and then immediately trying to right the paint), Remi sneezed as bits of glitter fell into his eyes, clinging to his lashes and his unshaven beard.
"Here to—" Stifling another sneeze into his arm, Remi grinned a wry apology towards Amalia before shrugging.
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.
