it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
If? Remi replies with a laugh and a roll of his eyes before he stops to think about it. You know, we haven't ever really fought that much together, have we? Or at least, most of it is apart. Thoughtlessly Remi reaches up to ruffle through his curls, but they've all but stretched themselves into flowing waves, so it isn't nearly as satisfying as normal. But the call of the deep isn't as strong as Ronin's voice is, and it's with a crooked smile that the alchemist finally does remember himself.
Ooh, I must be a very good dragoon, to get to lead then. Stretching out a wing to brush it against Ronin's shoulder, Remi swan-dives down toward the wreckage. Swimming right by a coiled-up rope, the alchemist instead heads toward the large wheel used to steer the ship.
Hey, can we bring this back? He calls toward Ronin, anchoring himself with both hands on the wheel and looking toward the Star.
Ooh, I must be a very good dragoon, to get to lead then. Stretching out a wing to brush it against Ronin's shoulder, Remi swan-dives down toward the wreckage. Swimming right by a coiled-up rope, the alchemist instead heads toward the large wheel used to steer the ship.
Hey, can we bring this back? He calls toward Ronin, anchoring himself with both hands on the wheel and looking toward the Star.
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
