REMI
the lullaby
Remi's smile is wide and warm as he nods his head enthusiastically. "Creatures like snakes are cold blooded. Unlike you and I, they have to consciously regulate their own body temperatures by moving to different places." Nodding to where the snake is now slinging itself around his son's shoulders, Remi continues. "It was probably too warm under your shirt. We will have to wait and see if your shoulders are the right temperature for him."
But Mateo, big of heart and lover of all things slimy and fork-tongued, is offering up the snake to him, which Remi obviously accepts. Slithering up his arm, the snake heads directly for his own head of curls. 'What do you think? Better?' It's unclear if he's speaking to the snake or to his son.
But Mateo, big of heart and lover of all things slimy and fork-tongued, is offering up the snake to him, which Remi obviously accepts. Slithering up his arm, the snake heads directly for his own head of curls. 'What do you think? Better?' It's unclear if he's speaking to the snake or to his son.
Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.
Who I was when I was mine.
I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
