Bastien
"Real life would be good, no? But I am no builder. It will have to be in paintings." Bastien tutted as if disappointed by this but perked up when he saw Remi's shop from the inside - he loved cluttered, lived in creative spaces. They made him feel at home.
Upon seeing the paints Bastien's eyes lit up, his expression immediately changing to one of almost childlike delight. He had expected some brown, murky water, not the exquisite jewel tones in the jars before him. Eagerly he picked one up and turned it in front of his face, watching the way the light made the colour shift. Oh, he could definitely do something with this.
He was so caught up in the paint he almost didn't see Remi defy gravity with his magic, but he caught the motion just as it ended. He placed down the paint (which suddenly seemed less important) and stared in an uncharacteristically gormless manner for a second at Remi. He had heard people mentioning magic around him here but had yet to see it for himself, had thought it some kind of language mix up between his world and this one.
"My God, that was wonderful!" Bastien exclaimed, hardly noticing the canvases. "The performances you could do with that! Oh, can you teach me? You must. I insist."
