Remi tilted his head to allow her fingers to find the places behind his ears, one of his hind paws making encouraging arcs in the air as it mirrored her motion. Shuffling in her arms so that she was holding him as a child might hold a stuffed animal (mostly so she couldn't see the awkward way his human lips shifted onto his raccoon face, and..other reasons), Remi reached out to grab a wayward curl, combing through the darkness with dexterous and anxious hands. Яemi I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris, until it's time I'll pull it together and fix myself eventually & know it's mine |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.