Hey Brother, There's An Endless Road To Rediscover
@Lesmana AsmaralayaRemy was only attending class when they were learning about whatever the heck a Cure for Boils was. He didn't care. He wouldn't care. All he knew was that the cauldron used in the brewing for the class lesson looked very... dunkable. And he had a tablemate, someone who was definitely smaller than him.
He listened to the words being uttered with about as much degree of care as he could offer, and that was zilch. But he did notice his tablemate focusing as hard as he could. What a nerd.
And what is Remy if not a tormentor, someone to make this child's life a misery. Remy would be nothing without his muscles. Without the attempts to dominate.
Without hesitation, he snagged his tablemate by the back of his shirt and dragged him away from the ingredients that he was so enticed with. So consumed with. And he shoved him face first into the cauldron. Remy never lit the fire, so the brewing liquid in the cauldron was flat and lukewarm.
But the bubbles that came to the surface was from the victim's resistance, attempts to fight back. And of course, Remy only held him under for like five seconds, but when he pulled him out of the water, he leaned in and whispered in his ears.
"Weak.." He murmured, but the look of sadism appeared decorated on his face. Sadist glee, of course.
He had more he wanted to say, but he needed to watch it.
But hell, who cared?
With a loud roar, he slammed a clutched fist into his lower rib bones on his right side. He didn't have anything clever to say, so he clamped his mouth shut as he delivered another punch.
In loving memory of the greatest and kindest woman. I adore you, and I will miss you, Dolly. My heart breaks for you, for your family, and for the world. You can be with Carl now, as an upside. And I Will Always Love You.