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
"It is, yeah. Everyone here is out for themselves." Strangely, this is said with a touch of affection as Remi looks over the crowd. Far from the tallest of the throng in the streets, still the alchemist seems at home here amidst bodies that push and shove and care little for who gets in their way.
Letting his head tilt slightly to the side, Remi pauses before a slow grin cracks his stony expression. "Not a rock. An organic gemstone. The Cloud Mantas grow them on their foreheads." Chuckling a touch at that, the alchemist raises a brow and shoots the Sheild a darkly amused look. "You're allowed to like him more than me. Just because we're married doesn't mean everything has to be shared." He replies with a slanted sort of honesty.
Letting his head tilt slightly to the side, Remi pauses before a slow grin cracks his stony expression. "Not a rock. An organic gemstone. The Cloud Mantas grow them on their foreheads." Chuckling a touch at that, the alchemist raises a brow and shoots the Sheild a darkly amused look. "You're allowed to like him more than me. Just because we're married doesn't mean everything has to be shared." He replies with a slanted sort of honesty.
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.
