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Remi did not have a lady love at home, or anyone actually. He and Loren still hadn't finalized or even discussed what they were, really, but with this new development from Frey all of that hardly seemed to matter. How could they be anything at all when Remi couldn't feel anything at all? Well that wasn't strictly true. Remi could feel. Just not for Loren. Moving out from one of the backrooms, having just deposited another case of various liquors for Vai, Remi wearily rubbed his eyes. Would he sleep at his shop? Or the small home he'd picked for himself? Given that he'd be doing it alone, it hardly seemed to matter. Spying a rather suave and recognizable silhouette pulling away from the bar, the alchemist tucked a bottle of something dark under his arm, draped one of the towels over his shoulder and made his way over to his friend. Standing at Ronin's side as if he were truly some customer Remi had come to serve, the alchemist cleared his throat with a perfunctory and cheeky smile. "Is everything to your liking sir?" He quipped with a wink. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space