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
"So, since you assume I would care about my things being stolen..you thought it better to just...wait to tell me, until after I presumably couldn't have done anything about it, all because you were happy to see me? You decided your happiness meant more than me potentially being able to do something about everything I owned being taken?" The alchemist raised a brow at that.
Remi listened to this flawed logic with a weary sigh, folding his arms across his chest that still bore all the scars of his past. "So again, all I'm hearing is about the things you want, Oliver." He said baldly. "I don't want anything from you Oliver. Certainly not for you to fix yourself for me. I'm certainly not worth that, nor would I ever ask it of you. I don't know you, and you don't know me. Not really. Not in any of the ways which matter."
Remi listened to this flawed logic with a weary sigh, folding his arms across his chest that still bore all the scars of his past. "So again, all I'm hearing is about the things you want, Oliver." He said baldly. "I don't want anything from you Oliver. Certainly not for you to fix yourself for me. I'm certainly not worth that, nor would I ever ask it of you. I don't know you, and you don't know me. Not really. Not in any of the ways which matter."
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.
