i'm not the man they think i am at home
"It is not as much fun when you don't even try." Remi complains, though it isn't no fun; the alchemist's cheerful smile says as much. He might not have burned away even 5% of his energy, but with his muscles happily abused by the sudden burst of exertion, Remi is certainly more content.
"Do you know any more?" The alchemist wonders as he slips his palm against his husband's, inwardly feeling something sigh and click into place as his fingers wrap around the Star's. "If Delphia was here I am sure she could tell us." He muses of his counterpart. "I am sure if I left my body I would see a fair number of ghosts lingering about as well. It is a marvel there are not more cat sith' here to try and hoard them." Then again, for all the secrets the swamp seemed to hold, a few demon cats would be the least surprising.
"Do you know any more?" The alchemist wonders as he slips his palm against his husband's, inwardly feeling something sigh and click into place as his fingers wrap around the Star's. "If Delphia was here I am sure she could tell us." He muses of his counterpart. "I am sure if I left my body I would see a fair number of ghosts lingering about as well. It is a marvel there are not more cat sith' here to try and hoard them." Then again, for all the secrets the swamp seemed to hold, a few demon cats would be the least surprising.
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.
