trained to get along

Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along

"So very many things." Remi quipped back, glancing up with a lightness in both his expression and his tone. But then as Loren bit his lip, a habit becoming ever more frequent, the alchemist fell silent as a softly confused expression etched itself across his lips. "Uhh, the—" Moving various objects aside to give Loren space, the alchemist tilted his head skeptically.

"Good and bad at once, huh? Sure. That sounds like you." Remi add with a sly smile. "Go on then."

In love? Engaged? Cursed by a god? King of the Hollowed Grounds? Honestly with Loren, it could be almost anything.

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