Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Gods but letting a school raise your child does funny things to them. Shaking his head, Remi grins. "No, no. Not too loud at all, no need to apologize." Especially since the music was likely to drown out what he and Ronin had been doing upstairs, if anyone was going to apologize, it really should be him. Instead of doing that, instead Remi's gaze was taken by the terrarium now holding a devil's klaw. Tilting his head, he watched the delicate fingers begin to feel out the walls of its enclosure. Not to try and escape, but merely to know, and perhaps later, to plan.
"A new addition?" Remi surmises, his eyebrows raised. "But so close to the war? Have you thought about how you are going to keep them all healthy and watered or fed while you are gone?" It wouldn't be like Mateo to overlook something like this, and very likely his son has some complex watering and food-dispersement system all worked out.
"A new addition?" Remi surmises, his eyebrows raised. "But so close to the war? Have you thought about how you are going to keep them all healthy and watered or fed while you are gone?" It wouldn't be like Mateo to overlook something like this, and very likely his son has some complex watering and food-dispersement system all worked out.
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.
