i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Sorry, did you forget to get dressed this morning?" Carrying all the items Phoebe had asked him to bring, the Alchemist dumped them in a heap at the entrance to the brothel. Given Phoebe's penchant for billowy-dresses and long curls, this look was shockingly revealing (though not, by Torchline's standards). 'Or worse, were you robbed?" Remi's tone was playful, the teasing of an older sibling who, because of a lack of blood relation (and being gay of course), could easily comment on Phoebe's sexuality without it being unnecessarily weird.
Glancing around, the street currently empty, the Alchemist crossed his arms. "I hope you don't mean for me to do all the work here. Especially since I won't even be reaping the benefits of this place." He grumbled with an easy grin.
Glancing around, the street currently empty, the Alchemist crossed his arms. "I hope you don't mean for me to do all the work here. Especially since I won't even be reaping the benefits of this place." He grumbled with an easy grin.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
