all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
"Yes well." Remi echoed, having absolutely nothing with which to defend himself, and so he merely let the words die away.
Tossing pillows and dusting as Ronin went about making a bottle, the alchemist couldn't get over how strangely comforting it was to have someone back in the house again, despite how bizarre it was. Everytime he heard Ronin make a sound part of him would jump and instinctively want to reach for Aoife, until he remembered himself and would start the process anew.
"A party mm?" Remi murmured thoughtfully, glancing over his shoulder as Ronin returned. "Someone else just came back from the dead as well...Bastien. And Wessex before that. People are going to start thinking it is a trend." He remarked with a laugh.
Tossing pillows and dusting as Ronin went about making a bottle, the alchemist couldn't get over how strangely comforting it was to have someone back in the house again, despite how bizarre it was. Everytime he heard Ronin make a sound part of him would jump and instinctively want to reach for Aoife, until he remembered himself and would start the process anew.
"A party mm?" Remi murmured thoughtfully, glancing over his shoulder as Ronin returned. "Someone else just came back from the dead as well...Bastien. And Wessex before that. People are going to start thinking it is a trend." He remarked with a laugh.
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.
