when the heart of this wide-eyed wanderer
"I do not know if I will stop you, but I will bring you plenty of air fresheners, how about that?" Remi said with a broad grin.
"Well, I figure we would have noticed by now." He replied with an easy shrug. Whether or not that was a sound medical assumption Remi really had no idea. It wasn't as if routine physicals were a thing. Giving Phoebe a crooked smile, Remi could only nod. "No, I suppose not." He agreed a bit sadly, very much wanting to help, but of course knowing all the reasons why he couldn't, as Phoebe had pointed out.
"Oh, another professor? Who?" Tilting his head and relaxing somewhat as the conversation (temporarily) took an easier turn. However at the mention of Loren, Remi immediately stiffened. His gaze grew unfocused as he pulled in a breath and held it.
"We..." He began, thinking of the pit. Of all the things Loren had said and what Remi had said in return. What had happened in the backroom of his shop. And just as importantly, what hadn't happened. "...uhm." Realizing just how much he'd tensed, Remi exhaled and forced his muscles to loosen. "It is a bit complicated." He concluded in a dull whisper, tracing his fingers through his curls to try and rid himself of the feathers which appeared there.
"Well, I figure we would have noticed by now." He replied with an easy shrug. Whether or not that was a sound medical assumption Remi really had no idea. It wasn't as if routine physicals were a thing. Giving Phoebe a crooked smile, Remi could only nod. "No, I suppose not." He agreed a bit sadly, very much wanting to help, but of course knowing all the reasons why he couldn't, as Phoebe had pointed out.
"Oh, another professor? Who?" Tilting his head and relaxing somewhat as the conversation (temporarily) took an easier turn. However at the mention of Loren, Remi immediately stiffened. His gaze grew unfocused as he pulled in a breath and held it.
"We..." He began, thinking of the pit. Of all the things Loren had said and what Remi had said in return. What had happened in the backroom of his shop. And just as importantly, what hadn't happened. "...uhm." Realizing just how much he'd tensed, Remi exhaled and forced his muscles to loosen. "It is a bit complicated." He concluded in a dull whisper, tracing his fingers through his curls to try and rid himself of the feathers which appeared there.
beats in time with yours
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.
