oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"I think you do it quite well. The best, in fact." Remi adds with a knowing nod, not adding that bad example usually turns out to be the thing that the fox exemplifies. Not bothering to change his pace at all as mulch gives way to mud and mud gives way to water, the alchemist plunges right into the stream. The Stongsong is vivid in its briskness and Remi can feel more than a few of his muscles tightening in response to the chill.
"Dust storm? It was really that thick, mm?" The Lullaby says, though the words are almost musical in how far away they sound. Almost as if he plans to go right that moment, Remi trudges forward, now up to his knees, and then mid-thigh.
"Yes." Turning around, his smile wide and white and inviting, the alchemist raises his brows, the expression on his face one of unfettered interest. "Come on. I can keep you in my jacket where you won't feel a single bit of dust. I'll even line my pockets with food."
"Dust storm? It was really that thick, mm?" The Lullaby says, though the words are almost musical in how far away they sound. Almost as if he plans to go right that moment, Remi trudges forward, now up to his knees, and then mid-thigh.
"Yes." Turning around, his smile wide and white and inviting, the alchemist raises his brows, the expression on his face one of unfettered interest. "Come on. I can keep you in my jacket where you won't feel a single bit of dust. I'll even line my pockets with food."
The Lullaby
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.
