cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Having finally managed his breathing, Remi opens his eyes and stares at the familiar ceiling, only now it looks completely different. Like a vast rectangle of white with absolutely no characteristics at all, whatever the wendigo had been expecting from this serum, longing for his senses hadn't been on the top of his list. "No, I think I'm..." Blinking and running a hand across his forehead and finding it grossly clammy, Remi struggles into a sitting position much to the dismay of his stomach muscles.

Of course, that's when the waistband of his pants presses against his erection alerting him to its presence, which in turn sends a proper flush across the bridge of Remi's nose and up toward his ears. "Sorry." He mumbles guiltily, bunching the blanket up in his lap. "It's not you."

Leaning his elbow on his knee and resting his chin in his palm, Remi gazes up at Isla with eyes that were perfectly sea-glass green, rather than too pale and tinged with gold. "This feels very weird." He admits, and now that his body seemed to be settling into itself again, Remi manages a small smile.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!