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
"No changing your story now, Oliver." Remi chuckled with a shake of his head. "You just said the reason you didn't tell me was because it wouldn't have been nice. But now it's apparently my fault?" He tsked under his breath.
Tugging in an annoyed breath, the alchemist pinched the bridge of his nose as Oliver continued on his do-gooder tyrade. "Oliver." He interrupted, letting his hand fall to his side. "I have no interest in getting to know you. We have nothing in common. We are nothing alike. That is why you'll never understand the new me." Oliver was not unlike the man Remi had once been, so long ago. Naive, optimistic, persistent in the face of adversity. But no longer did the alchemist hold those traits. He was older now, wiser to the cruelty of the world. The time had long passed where playing 20 questions was a way to earn his loyalty or interest.
"Go make friends with someone else."
Tugging in an annoyed breath, the alchemist pinched the bridge of his nose as Oliver continued on his do-gooder tyrade. "Oliver." He interrupted, letting his hand fall to his side. "I have no interest in getting to know you. We have nothing in common. We are nothing alike. That is why you'll never understand the new me." Oliver was not unlike the man Remi had once been, so long ago. Naive, optimistic, persistent in the face of adversity. But no longer did the alchemist hold those traits. He was older now, wiser to the cruelty of the world. The time had long passed where playing 20 questions was a way to earn his loyalty or interest.
"Go make friends with someone else."
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.
