but you can make me a drink

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Remi had been around a concussed and drunk Ronin enough to know the different between the two similar but distinct types of slurred speeches. Strange as it was to get a drunk call from Loren (drunk dials obviously having not been invented yet), he did feel himself relax a good deal to know that the summoner was inebriated, rather than wounded. “Mmmm, that you did.” Remi agreed from the other end, giving the shell a strange look as Loren continued. And then widened, his heart stopping. Everything not cool. It would turn out later to be a play on words of a sort (given that everything had been hot), but it was what Loren said next - the name that Loren said next that choked the breath in Remi’s throat. Cera. The man he’d met when the grass was still greenish. Who’d been so comforting and charming, who had a smile as sunny as his own. A man who had been his brother, in another and far away life. ”What?” Remi spluttered out once he was able to, fingers shaking as he held the shell closer now, cradling it, as if the words themselves were somehow fragile.