looking like that, you'll open some wounds
It's true for both of them that the banter was easy and welcome. Especially in the wake of burning infirmaries and ones they cared about being nearly caught in the crossfire. "You kind of took a three hundred year nap." Remi repeats, incredulity making his words sound all the more musical. "Had a really hard week of luring people into their deaths via puddles, did you? Needed to sleep it off?" Remi grins broadly. "Or, was this a wicked-witch and apple type of deal? Did a handsome prince need to come awaken you again?" Oh look. Just when you thought the fairytale references were over.
Following Varus out of the puddle as well and not minding at all the squelch of water released from his shoes as he stands on the firm ground, he tilts his chin up to laugh in the moonlight. "Cal?" Shaking his head disapprovingly, the alchemist shakes out his wings before they slip back into his skin. "That is a terrible name to rhyme things with. The bards who will sing of your dramatic death will hate you for it." A terrible poet to be sure, the alchemist gives it a go just the same to prove his point. "Cal was a boy and not a gal, and was a really good pal, and this'll lower your morale, but he's dead."
Raising a brow and tilting his head as if to suggest that just wouldn't do, Remi exhales a chuckle. "You see? Terrible."
Following Varus out of the puddle as well and not minding at all the squelch of water released from his shoes as he stands on the firm ground, he tilts his chin up to laugh in the moonlight. "Cal?" Shaking his head disapprovingly, the alchemist shakes out his wings before they slip back into his skin. "That is a terrible name to rhyme things with. The bards who will sing of your dramatic death will hate you for it." A terrible poet to be sure, the alchemist gives it a go just the same to prove his point. "Cal was a boy and not a gal, and was a really good pal, and this'll lower your morale, but he's dead."
Raising a brow and tilting his head as if to suggest that just wouldn't do, Remi exhales a chuckle. "You see? Terrible."
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.
