you trace my lines, stirring my soul
'Absolutely we can.' Remi agrees enthusiastically. Reaching around to swipe at the basket, the alchemist pulls out an uneaten sandwich and hurls it into the vines. "That is for my fingers and making my handwriting look like shit." He bellows, grinning, before offering the Remedy the other half of the sandwich should she care to attack the jungle as well.
Biting at the inside of his lip, Remi nods reflectively at the aptness of Isla's words. "Yeah." He agrees, slouching slightly under the weight of the realization. Her nudge has him groaning dramatically as he gazes down at her, shaking his head with feigned disapproval. "Well...is there anything you think we should get out of the way now? Boundaries, or things we should get in the open if this is going to work...?"
Biting at the inside of his lip, Remi nods reflectively at the aptness of Isla's words. "Yeah." He agrees, slouching slightly under the weight of the realization. Her nudge has him groaning dramatically as he gazes down at her, shaking his head with feigned disapproval. "Well...is there anything you think we should get out of the way now? Boundaries, or things we should get in the open if this is going to work...?"
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
