our hands they seek the end of afternoons
Rather than betraying his friend by agreeing with Sunjata, Remi merely lets his lips turn crooked as he raises a brow and shrugs innocently. Continuing to sketch out the Hollowed Grounds, the alchemist's strong hands make quick work of the detail he wants to add. Labels and distances are also added, and soon, a fairly functional map appears.
Snorting at the larger man's description of his personal style, Remi can't help but roll his eyes. It sounds exactly like something Ronin would probably say. In fact, he's almost sure Ronin has said it at one point. "How very sad for you." The alchemist says with mock empathy. Oliver however, received only a smile and nod. "Ronin says I have terrible taste in clothes, so I apologize ahead of time." Remi says with a gentle shrug. Glancing towards Oliver and letting his eyes fade down the man's smaller frame, Remi bites the inside of his lip as he makes mental calculations. On the table appears a long caramel-coloured wool coat, a few hardy grey and blue sweaters, and trousers not unlike the ones he's currently wearing. "I am sure almost anyone can offer you something more stylish, but this ought to work for now."
Snorting and leaning back in his chair, Remi crossed his arms fixing Sunjata with a playful look. "We are right here you know. And what of Ronin? He is the king you know, I am sure he could lock you away for not thinking he's the most attractive." Remi chastised with a roguish grin.
Snorting at the larger man's description of his personal style, Remi can't help but roll his eyes. It sounds exactly like something Ronin would probably say. In fact, he's almost sure Ronin has said it at one point. "How very sad for you." The alchemist says with mock empathy. Oliver however, received only a smile and nod. "Ronin says I have terrible taste in clothes, so I apologize ahead of time." Remi says with a gentle shrug. Glancing towards Oliver and letting his eyes fade down the man's smaller frame, Remi bites the inside of his lip as he makes mental calculations. On the table appears a long caramel-coloured wool coat, a few hardy grey and blue sweaters, and trousers not unlike the ones he's currently wearing. "I am sure almost anyone can offer you something more stylish, but this ought to work for now."
Snorting and leaning back in his chair, Remi crossed his arms fixing Sunjata with a playful look. "We are right here you know. And what of Ronin? He is the king you know, I am sure he could lock you away for not thinking he's the most attractive." Remi chastised with a roguish grin.
my hands believe and move over you
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.
