REMI
"You were a good influence on him." Remi says, reflecting on the opposite sort of relationship that existed between the two boy's fathers, before smiling wanly in Mateo's direction. Shifting the boulder, it's with his mangled right hand that Remi does his best to return the embrace, clasping Mateo's shoulder and giving it a loving squeeze. "Sorry I have been too." The alchemist replies, both hating and adoring the ease with which the apology flowed from his lips.
"I will speak to Ronin." He mumbles, before shifting that he might fly them home. With the ore clasped in his paws and his son nestled behind his shoulderblades, Remi made quick work of the flight home, pushing himself faster and harder than he otherwise would. There were conversations to be had and houseplants to be delivered, after all.
~FIN
"I will speak to Ronin." He mumbles, before shifting that he might fly them home. With the ore clasped in his paws and his son nestled behind his shoulderblades, Remi made quick work of the flight home, pushing himself faster and harder than he otherwise would. There were conversations to be had and houseplants to be delivered, after all.
~FIN
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.
