REMI
the alchemist
That, is fair enough. Remi finds himself more than quieted by Finn's response and perhaps a bit subdoed by it. A pawn not quiet so easily collected as he'd first thought.
What a strange thing to hear that you were someone's job. Looking up towards the porch roof, Remi ran a hand through his curls as he let the back of his neck lean into the back of the whicker chair upon which he sat. "Shitty job for you." He mused, his cheek lolling to the side that he might look upon Finn again. "There is nothing stopping me from doing the right thing. I just don't care about such things anymore. I did once, but you're about a year too late. That man would have helped you certainly."
Swallowing, the scars on his throat rising and falling like waves over his throat, Remi just shook his head as if strangely saddened that Finn wouldn't be able to do this particular job. "Perhaps you'll have a better time with Ronin. He still cares."
What a strange thing to hear that you were someone's job. Looking up towards the porch roof, Remi ran a hand through his curls as he let the back of his neck lean into the back of the whicker chair upon which he sat. "Shitty job for you." He mused, his cheek lolling to the side that he might look upon Finn again. "There is nothing stopping me from doing the right thing. I just don't care about such things anymore. I did once, but you're about a year too late. That man would have helped you certainly."
Swallowing, the scars on his throat rising and falling like waves over his throat, Remi just shook his head as if strangely saddened that Finn wouldn't be able to do this particular job. "Perhaps you'll have a better time with Ronin. He still cares."
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
