remi
A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else
If it's me or if it's everybody else
With his nose looking like he'd just done several lines of cocaine, Remi is able to smell nothing but flowers. His little hands stretch out, touching everything as he ambles along, button nose sniffing and detecting absolutely nothing of note. Certainly not Isla, and certainly not his bouquet either.
Unworried and unhurried, it's by pure chance that he finds the bouquet, which is actually just a bunch of flowers unceremoniously dumped in a pile. He'd been distracted, okay? Reaching to gather them against his belly, the sun suddenly blots itself out and Remi has only a moment in which he thinks that things have gotten a bit warmer before Isla is upon him.
Squeaking, Remi bares his little teeth as he goes ass over teakettle before coming to a rest between Isla's massive paws. Instinctively the raccoon rakes out with his little hands, though his claws are hardly large enough to do more than tweeze Isla's nose hairs given her current form.
Unworried and unhurried, it's by pure chance that he finds the bouquet, which is actually just a bunch of flowers unceremoniously dumped in a pile. He'd been distracted, okay? Reaching to gather them against his belly, the sun suddenly blots itself out and Remi has only a moment in which he thinks that things have gotten a bit warmer before Isla is upon him.
Squeaking, Remi bares his little teeth as he goes ass over teakettle before coming to a rest between Isla's massive paws. Instinctively the raccoon rakes out with his little hands, though his claws are hardly large enough to do more than tweeze Isla's nose hairs given her current form.
we're only human but w?'ve got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
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.
