& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along
"I am sure you and Abasi will have many lively conversations about just that." Remi replied with a wounded sort of shrug. "You have a funny way of showing it." Not asking about the fire, not offering his condolences prior to bringing up; only sending a half-assed note and a blanket apology. Given just how much Loren seemed to like offering rooms in the manor to all the attractive men of the Hollowed Grounds, Remi was more than a bit annoyed that no such invitation had been offered to he and Ronin.
So as Loren left, Remi exhaled a steady and concentrated stream of air. He hated how easily riled the summoner was constantly able to make him, but what he hated more, was how absolutely willing he was to endure it over and over and over again. So it was that as Loren stomped his way back over, Remi raised his gaze willingly enough. "No I do not, because you keep doing things that are hurtful." He said, his face an unhappy mask as he leaned back into his chair.
"And what pain is that, Loren?" He asked, genuinely curious if not a bit defensive.
Raising a brow at what the summoner said next, Remi folded his arms across his chest and fixed the summoner with a stare. "I am not sure I owe you many courtesies. You said you would come to the guild to help us, knowing we were planning on leaving daily. You did not, nor did you mention at any point that you had changed your mind. Did you ever ask how I fared? How we all did?" Pausing then as colour flushed across his cheeks, he held up a hand to clarify. "My mistake. You did speak to Rexanna." There were apparently people Loren did care about enough to speak to. Remi just wasn't one of them. "Before now, did you mention at all to Ronin and I anything about the guild? About all we lost?" Shaking his head he leaned back so that the front two legs of the chair were off the ground, balancing easily there. "You apologize over and over, but nothing ever changes. I am not stewing Loren, but nor do I see the point in this. We argue and then when we seem to finally land upon something that resembles friendship, you go off and do whatever it is you want and act in a way that shows that whatever this is, friendship is not it. "
So as Loren left, Remi exhaled a steady and concentrated stream of air. He hated how easily riled the summoner was constantly able to make him, but what he hated more, was how absolutely willing he was to endure it over and over and over again. So it was that as Loren stomped his way back over, Remi raised his gaze willingly enough. "No I do not, because you keep doing things that are hurtful." He said, his face an unhappy mask as he leaned back into his chair.
"And what pain is that, Loren?" He asked, genuinely curious if not a bit defensive.
Raising a brow at what the summoner said next, Remi folded his arms across his chest and fixed the summoner with a stare. "I am not sure I owe you many courtesies. You said you would come to the guild to help us, knowing we were planning on leaving daily. You did not, nor did you mention at any point that you had changed your mind. Did you ever ask how I fared? How we all did?" Pausing then as colour flushed across his cheeks, he held up a hand to clarify. "My mistake. You did speak to Rexanna." There were apparently people Loren did care about enough to speak to. Remi just wasn't one of them. "Before now, did you mention at all to Ronin and I anything about the guild? About all we lost?" Shaking his head he leaned back so that the front two legs of the chair were off the ground, balancing easily there. "You apologize over and over, but nothing ever changes. I am not stewing Loren, but nor do I see the point in this. We argue and then when we seem to finally land upon something that resembles friendship, you go off and do whatever it is you want and act in a way that shows that whatever this is, friendship is not it. "
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.
