all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
No linguist, the alchemist was happy to let the issue fade away with little more than a grin. "If you say so." He hummed with an easy shrug.
Oh the one hand, yes, Remi really was that naive. On the other? "I may have many parts of Ronin, but his ears?" The alchemist gave the Launceleyn an uncomplicated stare. "Not always. Not when it comes to politics. We...have not spoken about it, much." He added, sighing softly.
Hearing what he perceived as a note of frustration in the summoners voice, the alchemist ceased his attempts at coaxing Loren into taking a more active role, and merely nodded. Biting the inside of his lip he averted his gaze, wondering how it was he'd ever once negotiated conversations with this strange man. "Alright. Having it written down would be helpful." He said at last.
"Mmm, indeed." Remi hummed softly, though there was little enthusiasm in his agreement. Not even at the beginning had the alchemist been swayed by platitudes or empty promises of success. Now? With even less time and more dead ends than he could count? He had little time for it. And much as he genuinely was willing to start a relationship anew with the Launceleyn, placing trust in him as he once had, would take far more time than Ronin had left.
Well. Given that Remi had already been rather close to Loren when he'd jumped and shifted, and given that, if the manticore really was a twin to Remi's own shift it was nearly 3 meters in length....well. That more or less placed the flying raccoon almost directly into its open and waiting mouth. Oops.
Oh the one hand, yes, Remi really was that naive. On the other? "I may have many parts of Ronin, but his ears?" The alchemist gave the Launceleyn an uncomplicated stare. "Not always. Not when it comes to politics. We...have not spoken about it, much." He added, sighing softly.
Hearing what he perceived as a note of frustration in the summoners voice, the alchemist ceased his attempts at coaxing Loren into taking a more active role, and merely nodded. Biting the inside of his lip he averted his gaze, wondering how it was he'd ever once negotiated conversations with this strange man. "Alright. Having it written down would be helpful." He said at last.
"Mmm, indeed." Remi hummed softly, though there was little enthusiasm in his agreement. Not even at the beginning had the alchemist been swayed by platitudes or empty promises of success. Now? With even less time and more dead ends than he could count? He had little time for it. And much as he genuinely was willing to start a relationship anew with the Launceleyn, placing trust in him as he once had, would take far more time than Ronin had left.
Well. Given that Remi had already been rather close to Loren when he'd jumped and shifted, and given that, if the manticore really was a twin to Remi's own shift it was nearly 3 meters in length....well. That more or less placed the flying raccoon almost directly into its open and waiting mouth. Oops.
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.
