oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
Had Remi leonine ears, he might have flicked one back toward the witch as she speaks. Without them, he merely adjusts his wings against his back as he sets about laying out the food she's brought with her on the table. Agreeing with her that he's better suited for this place despite the pain of it all doesn't feel as though it will do the situation justice, and so he merely grumbles some note of agreement under his breath.
That he looks horrenduous has him pausing and straightening. Glancing down his dirt-smeared torso, he frowns, glancing up skeptically. "Well, no one has complained so far." He offers with a boyish shrug. Then again, fox's nearly always smelled bad and it wasn't as though Mateo could complain yet.
"How are things in Torchline?"
That he looks horrenduous has him pausing and straightening. Glancing down his dirt-smeared torso, he frowns, glancing up skeptically. "Well, no one has complained so far." He offers with a boyish shrug. Then again, fox's nearly always smelled bad and it wasn't as though Mateo could complain yet.
"How are things in Torchline?"
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.
