This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
He does need to apologize though, and the sting of her words is more grating than the pain he feels from his too-bitten nails. Swallowing hard, he frowns as he looks down, his eyes lingering vaguely near her hip as he feels all the more lost in a conversation that has only just begun.
He wants to be angry, but he only has himself to blame for every single step of this mess. So tempting as it is, the alchemist forces himself to exhale steadily. "Please don't." He asks of her in a near-whisper, his eyes still trained near the lip of her desk. The urge to fidget or pace or scream is nearly overwhelming, which perhaps explains why it is he's so focused on not losing this staring contest with the fabric of Isla's pants.
He wants to be angry, but he only has himself to blame for every single step of this mess. So tempting as it is, the alchemist forces himself to exhale steadily. "Please don't." He asks of her in a near-whisper, his eyes still trained near the lip of her desk. The urge to fidget or pace or scream is nearly overwhelming, which perhaps explains why it is he's so focused on not losing this staring contest with the fabric of Isla's pants.
REMI
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.
