all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"I think you need to clean out your ears, Loren." The alchemist quipped back with a grin. "I do not know about anyone else." He repeated for clarity, rolling his eyes as if the strain of repetition was simply too much to bear.
"Could do. Or you might throw your tea at me. That might make me stop for a second or so." Remi said thoughtfully. As it was he was quite sure he'd be able to drag along the summoner with little to no effort at all, though that would require Loren touching him, so they'd likely never find out. Shrugging off Loren's apology, Remi merely blinked up at the summoner, before looking crookedly down at his own white shirt, stained with various things from just that day. "Is white hard to clean? I had not noticed." He said, wiping away at some charcoal with his finger and making it disappear. "Must be my eyes." Remi added, glancing back up at Loren with a mischievous grin.
Glancing around, Remi narrowed his eyes slightly and then almost entirely, as he gazed about. "Not when they are not close, no. It ... it is like the majority of the room has been painted by someone without much skill. It is without depth or contrast and no detail. You are the only thing with any real definition. Your eyes are—" Remi cleared his throat slightly; the beginning of his description had been said with casual ease as Remi surveyed the room. Looking at Loren though made him think of jars and jars and jars of paint. The elusive Launceleyn-blue, and yet there it was. "—really, all that has colour." He added in a lower voice, eyes slipping to his tea.
"Ahh, right." Remi agreed with a chuckle, having forgotten his abolishing of titles. "Good thing I have you to remind me." Watching with interest as Loren picked up the book he'd been holding, the alchemist tried to school his face into a disapproving frown as he looked up at the summoner. With a hand on the counter to help himself up, he took the book from Loren before giving the man a flat stare. "A dog." Crossing his arms and turning pointedly to the summoner, Remi raised a brow, wondering if his almost-friend would find the humour in Loren turning to a dog given the alchemist's feline-shifts.
"Could do. Or you might throw your tea at me. That might make me stop for a second or so." Remi said thoughtfully. As it was he was quite sure he'd be able to drag along the summoner with little to no effort at all, though that would require Loren touching him, so they'd likely never find out. Shrugging off Loren's apology, Remi merely blinked up at the summoner, before looking crookedly down at his own white shirt, stained with various things from just that day. "Is white hard to clean? I had not noticed." He said, wiping away at some charcoal with his finger and making it disappear. "Must be my eyes." Remi added, glancing back up at Loren with a mischievous grin.
Glancing around, Remi narrowed his eyes slightly and then almost entirely, as he gazed about. "Not when they are not close, no. It ... it is like the majority of the room has been painted by someone without much skill. It is without depth or contrast and no detail. You are the only thing with any real definition. Your eyes are—" Remi cleared his throat slightly; the beginning of his description had been said with casual ease as Remi surveyed the room. Looking at Loren though made him think of jars and jars and jars of paint. The elusive Launceleyn-blue, and yet there it was. "—really, all that has colour." He added in a lower voice, eyes slipping to his tea.
"Ahh, right." Remi agreed with a chuckle, having forgotten his abolishing of titles. "Good thing I have you to remind me." Watching with interest as Loren picked up the book he'd been holding, the alchemist tried to school his face into a disapproving frown as he looked up at the summoner. With a hand on the counter to help himself up, he took the book from Loren before giving the man a flat stare. "A dog." Crossing his arms and turning pointedly to the summoner, Remi raised a brow, wondering if his almost-friend would find the humour in Loren turning to a dog given the alchemist's feline-shifts.
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.
