i'm not the man they think i am at home
Unable to tell if this early misstep was his or Mateo's, Remi rubs his palm up one unshaven cheek before letting it fall with his (ghostly) fingers splayed apologetically. "Did you think all the shadows would suddenly run down the street toward me, or that there would be screams of kraken! to announce my arrival?" The Lullaby asks, only half joking.
Across his left shoulder was a worn leather strap attached to a bag repaired so many times that likely nothing of the original was even left. Shrugging his shoulder to draw attention to the bag, Remi looks from it to his son. "I brought some things to paint with, I thought..." Gesturing with his chin toward the horizon line, the creases by the Lullaby's eyes deepen as his smile is forcefully widened. "..but only if you want."
Across his left shoulder was a worn leather strap attached to a bag repaired so many times that likely nothing of the original was even left. Shrugging his shoulder to draw attention to the bag, Remi looks from it to his son. "I brought some things to paint with, I thought..." Gesturing with his chin toward the horizon line, the creases by the Lullaby's eyes deepen as his smile is forcefully widened. "..but only if you want."
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.
