looking like that, you'll open some wounds
Remi's eyes close softly, but only because the alchemist has willed them to. He wants to clench his teeth together and each and every utterance of the word Isla that passes Varus's lips. All he wants is to hear Isla's side of things that he might properly understand just what is happening, but instead, he's walking Isla's new...boyfriend? back to her house, where he'll presumably just...awkwardly wave and leave. "Maybe you should have her take off the other one too." The alchemist suggests. "That way history will not be able to repeat itself."
Looking at Isla's door, the wood of which looking sombre and uninviting in the moonlight (it looked perfectly ordinary, he was just projecting), makes Remi's cheeks flare an unhappy pink. "Well, it was..." Nice to meet you? It wasn't, though. Not entirely, but not not entirely, either. Remi found he liked Cal, and it wasn't so much that he was upset so much as he was confused. "...weird, to meet you. Like this, anyway."
Looking at Isla's door, the wood of which looking sombre and uninviting in the moonlight (it looked perfectly ordinary, he was just projecting), makes Remi's cheeks flare an unhappy pink. "Well, it was..." Nice to meet you? It wasn't, though. Not entirely, but not not entirely, either. Remi found he liked Cal, and it wasn't so much that he was upset so much as he was confused. "...weird, to meet you. Like this, anyway."
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.
