all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"What does that make me, then?" Remi asked raising a brow. If he didn't fall into the category of 'other's, what was he then?
Looking down at the mugs, Remi frowned upon seeing the crest on the side. Biting the inside of his lip, he reached forward to take them (carefully avoiding Loren's fingers). As he did so, the crest transmuted itself. One changed into a lion, and the other a pair of glasses. "Before you argue, I can put it back. After." The alchemist said, glancing sidelong at Loren before lifting the kettle and pouring the tea.
"Good then. Perhaps you will love it. If not, that is one experiment we can cross off the list." So saying the alchemist took the mug with the glasses on it and not the lion. Instead of finding somewhere more comfortable to sit, Remi simply leaned his back against the cupboards and sank down where he was, gently blowing on the far too warm liquid.
Looking down at the mugs, Remi frowned upon seeing the crest on the side. Biting the inside of his lip, he reached forward to take them (carefully avoiding Loren's fingers). As he did so, the crest transmuted itself. One changed into a lion, and the other a pair of glasses. "Before you argue, I can put it back. After." The alchemist said, glancing sidelong at Loren before lifting the kettle and pouring the tea.
"Good then. Perhaps you will love it. If not, that is one experiment we can cross off the list." So saying the alchemist took the mug with the glasses on it and not the lion. Instead of finding somewhere more comfortable to sit, Remi simply leaned his back against the cupboards and sank down where he was, gently blowing on the far too warm liquid.
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.
