walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Remi stood in a grove of palm trees, just a little ways off of the main path that warbled its way towards the Hanged Man. With a large machete in his hands, the alchemist was flaying the tree into neat strips that he could use for thatching. Obviously he could be doing this magically, but there was something gratifying and soothing about the feel of the sun on his skin as his muscles burned with the effort, and the way the breeze cooled him even more the more he sweat.
Wearing just a pair of shorts sat low on his hips and nothing else, the alchemist paused for a moment to wipe his brow with his arm, letting his eyes roam up the tree to see if it was ready to keel over yet. If he saw Oliver approaching, he gave absolutely no notice, and simply went back to his work.
Wearing just a pair of shorts sat low on his hips and nothing else, the alchemist paused for a moment to wipe his brow with his arm, letting his eyes roam up the tree to see if it was ready to keel over yet. If he saw Oliver approaching, he gave absolutely no notice, and simply went back to his work.
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.
