Despite the fact that both of his animal shifts were predators, as a man Remi possessed very little natural awareness of his surroundings. Getting lost in his own thoughts was an understatement, and indeed even as the pony approached the alchemist didn't so much as turn his head. Instead he gazed ahead, squinting at something, before dropping his mop of curls back towards the pages of his book and scratching furiously at them with his stuck of charcoal. It wasn't until Rory's voice broke the silence that Remi flinched slightly and glanced over his shoulder with an awkward but optimistic smile. REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.