Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
'Oooooh.' The alchemist hums, very clearly wanting said food colouring. It's with the slam of a cabinet door that Remi finds the small bottle of dye, and rather than just putting in a few drops, he predictably squeezes in far more than is necessary, staining his fingertips in the process.
Glancing over his shoulder, looking first from Ronin, then to the spoon, and back again, Remi raises a brow. "In my mouth is the honest answer." He says with a grin, before holding up one finger now covered in blood-red icing. "Let me do this part first, and then you can dribble it over the ribcage."
Reaching into his bone-confection, Remi ices the heart with shocking care and attention. Likely this was only because decorating a heart was less about baking and more about anatomical precision. Regardless, when he eventually straightened, it would be to reveal a suitably gory and quite accurate heart as well as a few entrails. "Alright. All you."
Glancing over his shoulder, looking first from Ronin, then to the spoon, and back again, Remi raises a brow. "In my mouth is the honest answer." He says with a grin, before holding up one finger now covered in blood-red icing. "Let me do this part first, and then you can dribble it over the ribcage."
Reaching into his bone-confection, Remi ices the heart with shocking care and attention. Likely this was only because decorating a heart was less about baking and more about anatomical precision. Regardless, when he eventually straightened, it would be to reveal a suitably gory and quite accurate heart as well as a few entrails. "Alright. All you."
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.
