all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
"Bastien?!" Remi said as the man came through the filtered sunlight, a stream of reality lighting up his clearly un-dead face. Rather than exclaim him to be a fraud, the alchemist simply looked delighted. "Bastien you are alive!" He exclaimed happily, dropping the cloth in his hands and moving towards the former priest turned artist and tried to encircle the man in a flour-y hug.
"It is so good to see you!" He remarked with a wide and sunny grin.
Glancing around the kitchen, Remi grinned bashfully and nodded. "I know Amalia well. I do not think this would give her cause for concern...other than what a terrible job I am doing." He admitted with a grin. With a bright tw-BANG Aoife demanded all eyes upon her as she began thumping the spoon merrily upon the pots once more.
With narrowed frosty eyes, Sugar regarded the visitor, liking the strange smells he carried but being ever distrustful of strangers.
"Ah, we were trying to make pancakes?" Remi said with a crooked smile, his voice rising at the edge as if it were a question rather than an explination.
"It is so good to see you!" He remarked with a wide and sunny grin.
Glancing around the kitchen, Remi grinned bashfully and nodded. "I know Amalia well. I do not think this would give her cause for concern...other than what a terrible job I am doing." He admitted with a grin. With a bright tw-BANG Aoife demanded all eyes upon her as she began thumping the spoon merrily upon the pots once more.
With narrowed frosty eyes, Sugar regarded the visitor, liking the strange smells he carried but being ever distrustful of strangers.
"Ah, we were trying to make pancakes?" Remi said with a crooked smile, his voice rising at the edge as if it were a question rather than an explination.
forever going with the flow, but you're friction
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.
