maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
'Oh?' Frowning thoughtfully, his smile growing with each and every kiss, Remi shrugs as he settles the notebook into his lap. "Well if you think so it must be true." He adds with a chuckle, not quite believing Ronin, but also not caring much. Once accurately capturing the world around him had been a point of pride for Remi. But after so much war and death, if he was forced to become some strange abstract impressionist, so be it.
"My penmanship, you say?" Remi's smile becomes decidedly wolfish as his eyebrows bob up and down, before the mention of food shakes him out of it. "That sounds delicious. Is there anything I can do to help?" Rolling his right shoulder to try and alleviate some of the stiffness building in his arm, Remi stands and tucks his notebook against his side.
"I nearly told you to turn the waterfall off before bed again last night." The Lullaby murmurs with a sheepish smile as he follows Ronin back towards their houseboat. "It sounds so similar to the Stone Song, and yet..." Shaking his head, Remi shrugs.
"My penmanship, you say?" Remi's smile becomes decidedly wolfish as his eyebrows bob up and down, before the mention of food shakes him out of it. "That sounds delicious. Is there anything I can do to help?" Rolling his right shoulder to try and alleviate some of the stiffness building in his arm, Remi stands and tucks his notebook against his side.
"I nearly told you to turn the waterfall off before bed again last night." The Lullaby murmurs with a sheepish smile as he follows Ronin back towards their houseboat. "It sounds so similar to the Stone Song, and yet..." Shaking his head, Remi shrugs.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
