Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Not one who was terribly aware of his surroundings despite the fact that his two animal shifts were predators, Remi jumped slightly and spun at the sound of his name as adrenaline coursed through him. A look of delighted surprise came over his pale sea-glass green eyes as he spied Bastien, and the rush of fight or flight within himself slowly began to dissipate.
"Ah, hello again Bastien." The alchemist returned warmly with a small bow from the waist. Rising, he nodded slightly sheepishly. "My apologies. I thought perhaps I could slip away without anyone noticing." Running a hand through his curls, his expression turned to one of intrigue as the artist mentioned that he had things to share. "I am ... alright." Remi answered with a light shrug. He was not one for lying, and he was alright. Not worse, not better. "Well, perhaps better than alright." He chuckled, gesturing around them. "We are not being attacked by squashes, so that certainly is a good thing."
"How have the paints held up?" Some part of Remi thought that perhaps Bastien was here to tell him that the binding fluid hadn't held up and the paints had all but flaked off the canvas, but his darker-skinned friend seemed not to appear angry.
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.
