[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

Glancing over his shoulder at the sound of Sunjata approaching—not to mention the long shadow he casts—the alchemist returns the smirk with an uncertain shrug. "Well I've been told that it's Ronin's thing and that I'm not to interfere. Honestly, I think he just wants to make sure that I don't develop a knack for it and best him in something new." Remi was still the stronger of the pair, a fact he was sure Ronin was trying his best to change. Sea-glass meets steel, and the alchemist offers the flood a lazy grin before letting his gaze swerve back to the sands. "Then again, what sort of alchemist would I be if I didn't check up on the things I'd helped build?" Raising his brows slightly, asking for silent permission, if Sunjata didn't indicate he should do otherwise, Remi would lower himself down to duck between the ropes. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space