Bigger, Better, Stronger

Remi was currently working on a fairly specific shade of blue die. He saw the colour in his dreams and more haunted moments during the day, and yet somehow now that he was focusing on it he couldn't get it quite right. It didn't pierce the way it should. That Launceleyn blue was hard to come by, in life and in art it seemed. As his door opened, Remi set down the berries he'd been using and peered around a stack of equipment he'd recently salvaged. Seeing the captain, a smile burst out across Remi's face as he moved towards the counter. "Good morning yourself." The alchemist tittered back, tilting his head slightly to the side as he watched the coin-like thing dance its way across Ronin's hand. "I didn't know parlour tricks were your thing, Ronin." Remi said, his grin growing crooked as he allowed his eyes to move back up to Ronin's face. Though Remi's hands were particularly dexterous, that actually was one trick he'd never bothered to learn. remi At another place in time, you were infinitely mine