hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
With a softly wounded look, the alchemist narrowed his eyes for a moment halting the immediate retort on his lips: wondering whether or not Loren jumped as much during pillow talk. It was the same really, at least insofar as head and lip placement went. "Don't worry. I will not make that mistake again." The alchemist said a touch bitterly, puffing out a cloud of cold air.
Eyeing both Loren and Astra, suddenly feeling very much the third party—perhaps all the more now that he was in an entirely different body and not 'part' of the duo as he had been moments ago—the alchemist merely sighed heavily. Alone again, then.
"I answered your questions." The alchemist replied tersely before setting off again. Please, he prayed silently to the woods around. Please let the way be faster. The last thing he needed was for the Greatwood to find some amusement in all of this and make their journey take even longer.
Eyeing both Loren and Astra, suddenly feeling very much the third party—perhaps all the more now that he was in an entirely different body and not 'part' of the duo as he had been moments ago—the alchemist merely sighed heavily. Alone again, then.
"I answered your questions." The alchemist replied tersely before setting off again. Please, he prayed silently to the woods around. Please let the way be faster. The last thing he needed was for the Greatwood to find some amusement in all of this and make their journey take even longer.
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.
