shipwrecks

remi When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours "And the butterflies will not get in your way?" Remi wonders, imagining himself in Mateo's shoes with a face full of butterflies while he was trying to sketch or design something. All that fluttering would be exceptionally annoying. But then, he was not Mateo. Perhaps the boy wouldn't mind. Or perhaps he already had a solution in mind. "Maybe more like a goat, if you only have hair on your face. You would need to let the flower grow into your hair as well so you could have a full mane." Remi chuckles. "Questo è quello che stavo pensando!" Remi chuckles in agreement, still rolling his eyes at himself for misunderstanding. For as much of a dreamer as Mateo was, Remi shouldn't have immediately assumed he'd be suggesting something so farfetched. "Ahh, well. So long as his parents say it is alright." The alchemist replies with a light shrug, feeling a rising ball of concern beginning to form in the pit of his stomach, though unable to quite say why. Mateo and Ever could be friends. Ever could come and play in the Woods. There shouldn't be anything foreboding about that. And yet there was.