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"He seems to." Remi agreed earnestly, looking nothing but infinitely pleased for his friend. It had been very nearly a year now since he and Sam awkwardly parted, and it had taken a better part of it for them to truly become friends again instead of awkward exes. Memory loss had both helped and hindered in that, but as it was, the alchemist truly wished nothing but the best for the bookmaker. "He is a doctor, apparently." He added with a shrug. Sam had seemed rather proud of that fact.
Pulling out small tins for the tea, Remi raised a brow as the bard handed him the bag. Glancing into the bag, and then glancing up again just as curiously, the alchemist offered the bard a confused smile. "What...am I look at, here?" He asked, nose crinkling softly as he tried to hold it up to the light to get a better idea of what was inside.
Pulling out small tins for the tea, Remi raised a brow as the bard handed him the bag. Glancing into the bag, and then glancing up again just as curiously, the alchemist offered the bard a confused smile. "What...am I look at, here?" He asked, nose crinkling softly as he tried to hold it up to the light to get a better idea of what was inside.
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.
