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 heard Oliver before he saw him, light and agile as the man was. Had he ears that flattened in this body, they would indeed have been. Instead, Remi merely tightened his hold on the hilt of the machete and grit his teeth. "No Oliver, I don't." He said in a voice free of emotion, but sounding more like a growl than a greeting. "And whatever it is, I don't want it."
With a grunt, Remi continued to swing the blade in well-practiced arcs, sheering off thin slivers of wood. They'd be of use when the rains and colder seasons came. Remi and Ronin had their wagon to be sure, but it was nothing like the previous one the alchemist had built. This one was stolen, and was absolute shit. But it was theirs, and rather than changing it, the pair had simply adapted as they had done with this new life of theirs.
With a grunt, Remi continued to swing the blade in well-practiced arcs, sheering off thin slivers of wood. They'd be of use when the rains and colder seasons came. Remi and Ronin had their wagon to be sure, but it was nothing like the previous one the alchemist had built. This one was stolen, and was absolute shit. But it was theirs, and rather than changing it, the pair had simply adapted as they had done with this new life of theirs.
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.
