REMI
There is no blood or muscle to tear through, leaving Remi incredibly unsatisfied both in terms of the physical rush of myurdur and how quickly it was all over with. Covered in pulpy bits of orange, light screams across his vision (his very sensitive vision), blinding him temporarily. The midnight shower of pumpkin guts is hardly felt thanks to his feathers, but he's sure that won't be the case for anyone with the misfortune of being out for a stroll.
I wonder if we can rig something up beneath our windows, so that any trespassing gourds become pre-sliced for dinner. It's a terrible idea of course, to have blades that move back and forth beneath a window where toddlers might stick their fingers. But Mateo wasn't any ordinary toddler (whether that made him more or less vulnerable to his father's madness, Remi doesn't know).
I will check the lower floor and meet you in the kitchen. So saying, Remi dives off of the roof toward their main door on the street below.
I wonder if we can rig something up beneath our windows, so that any trespassing gourds become pre-sliced for dinner. It's a terrible idea of course, to have blades that move back and forth beneath a window where toddlers might stick their fingers. But Mateo wasn't any ordinary toddler (whether that made him more or less vulnerable to his father's madness, Remi doesn't know).
I will check the lower floor and meet you in the kitchen. So saying, Remi dives off of the roof toward their main door on the street below.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
