electric touch

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night The strength in one of Ronin's arms is more than the raccoon has in its entire body such that he's summarily bound by his husband's limb despite his adorable wiggles to free himself. Having absolutely no choice (you brought this on yourself, Ronin), Remi curls his tail up and into the Nova's face, where he both tickles Ronin's nose and tries to block his breathing again. Yes, we are. So saying, the raccoon shifts and stretches until there is a significantly larger lump pressed against Ronin's side; one who is more than capable of rousing the Nova from sleep. Now it's a pair of bright sea glass eyes that peer at Ronin with a good deal more intensity than he'd been able to manage as a raccoon. "Come on, you love doing things in the morning." Remi adds, nudging one of Ronin's shoulders both playfully and annoyingly like Simba in the Lion King trying to wake Mufasa up. "And of course there is coffee." He huffs, glancing over his shoulders and raising his eyebrows toward Oria and Sugar that they might turn on the kettle.