[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

"Oh, so you've given it some thought then?" The alchemist smoothly replies, his grin crooked and his eyes sea-bright and amused. Watching Sunjata with the eyes of a creator, he nods his understanding at both the explanation as well as the practiced movements of the other man's hands as he binds his fingers and wrists. "Well, go on then." He says with a nod, holding out his hands for the flood to wrap. Chuckling, a sound low and almost growl-like at that, Remi raises a brow. The alchemist is rarely this much shorter than anyone else, and though he is strong, by sheer brute size Sunjata looks easily the stronger of the two, that it's hard not to feel..strangely small around him. "Truth be told, I shied away from almost all close contact for the majority of my life." Remi said with a light shrug. "What with being gay punishable by death and my...shall we say, inability to hide my want for transgressions." R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space