REMI
"I understand. You've been so focused on your triang—bunting—after all." But actually, once Remi sees that the triangles end up being so much more than just shapes, he happily eats his words. Ribbing each other aside, the Alchemist is infinitely content to sit in creative silence with the Star as they both go about their tasks.
While Remi has a habit of covering himself in the chaos of whatever he's currently working on (somehow, he has managed to get leaves in his hair already), Ronin is far more careful and intentional than many might think. The urge to smear the pastel paint on the hunter's bare chest is nearly overwhelming, but instead, Remi merely crinkles his nose as if Ronin's affectionate remark is detracting from his creation.
"What's that?" Remi asks, pointing towards the hunter's chest. If Ronin looks down Remi will instantly boop his nose with paint, before grinning stupidly. Should the Star be wise to his tricks, you ask? Well. Then the paint will go on Ronin's nipple, of course.
While Remi has a habit of covering himself in the chaos of whatever he's currently working on (somehow, he has managed to get leaves in his hair already), Ronin is far more careful and intentional than many might think. The urge to smear the pastel paint on the hunter's bare chest is nearly overwhelming, but instead, Remi merely crinkles his nose as if Ronin's affectionate remark is detracting from his creation.
"What's that?" Remi asks, pointing towards the hunter's chest. If Ronin looks down Remi will instantly boop his nose with paint, before grinning stupidly. Should the Star be wise to his tricks, you ask? Well. Then the paint will go on Ronin's nipple, of course.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
