maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
'I know lots of things you don't.' The Alchemist quipped back with a slow grin. "Alright, then do what you like." Remi said with a shrug. He wasn't one to give out warnings without reason, but if Sam thought he knew more about his house-mate, then so be it.
Raising a brow, wondering if Sam's question was an idle one or one of concern, the Alchemist shook his head. "Do I worry they will? No; I more or less know it will happen at some point." Turning towards Sam properly now, rolling his own stone lightly between his fingers, he cocked his head to the side. "Who do you mean?"
Raising a brow, wondering if Sam's question was an idle one or one of concern, the Alchemist shook his head. "Do I worry they will? No; I more or less know it will happen at some point." Turning towards Sam properly now, rolling his own stone lightly between his fingers, he cocked his head to the side. "Who do you mean?"
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
