LOREN
Knowing exactly how Remi was going to react, Loren had a reply lined up as soon as the alchemist finished speaking. ”Ah, but you see, I have a whole year’s worth of mistakes to learn from. As long as I do the opposite of what I used to do, I should be golden.” The Launceleyn grinned back, completely willing to snatch victory back from the other man.Tilting his head, the summoner frowned. ”You never said how you were cursed at all.” It might’ve been difficult to discuss, so the librarian wouldn’t pry further if the other man chose not to answer; curious as Loren was to know the details of the incident, it didn’t seem worth upsetting Remi over. ”It really doesn’t look bad!” The summoner gave the alchemist an exasperated look. The truth of the matter was, even with eyes that looked blind, Remi still looked good and Loren was just trying his best not to notice or think about that fact. ”Wait, what scars? And what magic? Healing?” It had legitimately never occurred to the Launceleyn that healing magic might be able to do something about scars, but if so, he had a lot of thinking to do.
Loren just rolled his eyes at Remi’s continuing insistence that he was a cute raccoon. It might very well be the case, but that didn’t mean the summoner was going to touch the alchemist any time soon. ”No you’re not, I healed you. Besides, I failed, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about. And you had teeth and claws. Teeth and claws Remi!” Maybe reminding the other man about that fact would get him to back off. ”And you can twist whatever you like as long as you show me these stupid doors. If you don’t I might get mad enough to send a puppy after you.” Given the alchemist’s apparent dislike of dogs, that threat might actually work.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
