we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Extremely pleased that his Ronin is sitting—being bumbled about inside of a coat with only his talons to keep himself upright is not one of Remi's most favourite things—he hops out, careful not to cut into Ronin's pants as he settles in the Huntsman's lap like some overgrown chicken.
Is that your way of hinting where I should lay my head? Remi wonders, and though his face is utterly expressionless in this form, there does seem to be a glint of amusement in his eyes that matches his tone. Snapping up the raw bacon with ease, the hawk sends a mental pulse of appreciation as his beak clacks closed around the meat.
I am not sure I ever saw it. Remi says, of the now-gone town. It doesn't bother him much; the alchemist had never liked Halo if not only because of the cold, but because of who had always run it. And Jata? Is he doing better, now...?
Is that your way of hinting where I should lay my head? Remi wonders, and though his face is utterly expressionless in this form, there does seem to be a glint of amusement in his eyes that matches his tone. Snapping up the raw bacon with ease, the hawk sends a mental pulse of appreciation as his beak clacks closed around the meat.
I am not sure I ever saw it. Remi says, of the now-gone town. It doesn't bother him much; the alchemist had never liked Halo if not only because of the cold, but because of who had always run it. And Jata? Is he doing better, now...?
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
