What are this? [OPEN]

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Remi glanced upon from his notebook page—now covered in his strange but beautiful handwriting— to glance at Rory from beneath a curtain of curls. Given how young Remi was when his mother died and what a terrible man his father had been, Remi knew very little about his extended family. A melancholy sort of smile spread across his face as Rory mentioned his great-great-grandmother, and Remi wondered what it would be like to have roots that ran that deep. Rory's comment about them being some sort of boy-gang made the alchemist laugh out loud and shake his head. It wasn't that he disagreed, it was just so perfectly absurd that he couldn't help the childish grin from spreading out across his features. Trying to keep his expression neutral as Ronin nudged him, Remi nodded and cleared his throat slightly shooting Ronin a look that said, Sure, if we can even find him there. But then again if the Atheneum was were Loren had been holing himself away, he probably would have been studying up on pertinent information. "So once again you are suggesting I spend less time here? The both of you?" Remi asked, looking back and forth with a mischevious look between the two men.