Love mends even the broken parts
”Right, because I’ve been so subtle that your other senses wouldn’t have been able to pick up on it.” At Remi’s easy chuckle Loren smiled briefly, briefly enough that it might’ve been a trick of the light. As the other man took over the butchering, the Launceleyn watched, impressed with the alchemist’s skills. Granted, the summoner’s cuts had been fine—he’d slaughtered many an animal before—but apparently Remi had a superiority complex. At the haughty look on the other man’s face, though, the summoner raised his eyebrows. ”I was doing fine.” Indeed, he started on the opposite end, not willing to let that obvious challenge go. And if his movements weren’t as smooth or practiced well, they got the job done and his cuts were still clean.
At the mention of the shells and the parchment, the Launceleyn’s brows furrowed. ”What?” The alchemist said it like it should mean something to Loren, but it did not in the slightest. Instead, he was just confused, though it didn’t stop him from continuing his efforts with the deer.
At the mention of the shells and the parchment, the Launceleyn’s brows furrowed. ”What?” The alchemist said it like it should mean something to Loren, but it did not in the slightest. Instead, he was just confused, though it didn’t stop him from continuing his efforts with the deer.
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