hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
The words hummed Remi out of a near-slumber as well. Cold as he was, painful as his life was about to become, he was so completely comfortable there on the beach, wrapped up in nothing but Ronin and sea breeze.
"You let me know what you need too, yeah?" The alchemist prompted, nudging Ronin into a more-straight position that Remi might seek out his blue gaze. Much of this conversation (all?) had been about Remi and his feelings. But Ronin had been just as blindsided by all of this, just as unwilling a participant. Worse even, given the obligation and responsibility now sleeping somewhere near boxing gloves and alcohol.
"You let me know what you need too, yeah?" The alchemist prompted, nudging Ronin into a more-straight position that Remi might seek out his blue gaze. Much of this conversation (all?) had been about Remi and his feelings. But Ronin had been just as blindsided by all of this, just as unwilling a participant. Worse even, given the obligation and responsibility now sleeping somewhere near boxing gloves and alcohol.
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.
