REMI
'You don't give me much choice.' Remi chuckles back, Ronin's glowing being a thing that, should he try to extinguish it, would likely only shine brighter.
Watching adoringly as Mateo fights to stay awake, wanting to remain the center of attention for as long as possible (I wonder who he gets that from?), the alchemist raises a surprised brow to hear of a fight club in a place like Stormbreak. "How undignified." Remi praises with a smile. "So what did you win then? Some dusty robes? A book on etiquette?" He can't get the dry and drab imagery of Stormbreak out of his mind, no matter the colourful world Ronin is currently painting for him.
'Honestly, I'm surprised you have bruises at all. Must be nice to have some real competition there." Remi adds with a playful nudge.
Watching adoringly as Mateo fights to stay awake, wanting to remain the center of attention for as long as possible (I wonder who he gets that from?), the alchemist raises a surprised brow to hear of a fight club in a place like Stormbreak. "How undignified." Remi praises with a smile. "So what did you win then? Some dusty robes? A book on etiquette?" He can't get the dry and drab imagery of Stormbreak out of his mind, no matter the colourful world Ronin is currently painting for him.
'Honestly, I'm surprised you have bruises at all. Must be nice to have some real competition there." Remi adds with a playful nudge.
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
