all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"Mmmmm...and yet you keep telling me how well you can take care of yourself. Funny, that." The alchemist's grin was entirely shit-eating, his nose crinkling in happy victory.
"I did say that, but I never said I was cursed out of the blue." Remi did think Arduinna's actions were not entirely warranted, but then again he had been more or less trying to steal her servant, or ... slave, or whatever it was Ianto was to her. Running a hand from the back of his curls to the front with a sigh, the alchemist could only lightly tap his foot to try and dissolve the reminder of agony that had followed that fateful afternoon. Raising a brow as Loren took entirely too long to answer (meaning that yes, apparently it was that bad to look at), he could only snort with soft amusement. "Uh huh. Very convincing Loren." Not that it terribly mattered. The alchemist clearly did not worry much about his appearance. "At least the scars are gone. Magic could do that much at least." He said with a shrug.
"Wow. I am hurt." Remi protested, putting a hand to his heart and wincing. "I am adorable and perfectly cuddle-sized as a raccoon, I will have you know. Which you would know, had you not tried to kill me."
Narrowing his eyes playfully, happily frustrated at the Launceleyn's ability to seemingly have all the right answers, Remi sighed loudly and nodded. "Fine." He conceded, tossing his hands up. "And I will twist whatever I like, thank you very much. Now come on. Let's get started before you regain enough strength to conjure something to chase me out."
"I did say that, but I never said I was cursed out of the blue." Remi did think Arduinna's actions were not entirely warranted, but then again he had been more or less trying to steal her servant, or ... slave, or whatever it was Ianto was to her. Running a hand from the back of his curls to the front with a sigh, the alchemist could only lightly tap his foot to try and dissolve the reminder of agony that had followed that fateful afternoon. Raising a brow as Loren took entirely too long to answer (meaning that yes, apparently it was that bad to look at), he could only snort with soft amusement. "Uh huh. Very convincing Loren." Not that it terribly mattered. The alchemist clearly did not worry much about his appearance. "At least the scars are gone. Magic could do that much at least." He said with a shrug.
"Wow. I am hurt." Remi protested, putting a hand to his heart and wincing. "I am adorable and perfectly cuddle-sized as a raccoon, I will have you know. Which you would know, had you not tried to kill me."
Narrowing his eyes playfully, happily frustrated at the Launceleyn's ability to seemingly have all the right answers, Remi sighed loudly and nodded. "Fine." He conceded, tossing his hands up. "And I will twist whatever I like, thank you very much. Now come on. Let's get started before you regain enough strength to conjure something to chase me out."
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.
