the worst that could happen

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

Of course. Remember when I told you before that I had big teeth like a landshark? Remi grins, snapping his teeth at her and revealing that they are quite sharp and jagged all of a sudden. Allowing whatever escapades she likes, the alchemist can't help but smirk as he feels tiny hands tugging in his curls; she weighs almost nothing though, and Remi has to actively pay attention to make sure he doesn't lose her.

Sort of. I...had to trade it back. Remi explains with a shrug, before his lips are covered by a tail (not that it matters for their current method of communication). Puffing out a breath and giving his head a playful shake, Remi can't help but laugh under his breath. Oh I'm sure. But always for a price, yes? He wonders, stepping toward one of the trees and standing on his toes that Fiadh might more easily reach the boughs overhead.

THE LULLABY

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing