remi
From his precarious throne of twigs and mischief, Remi glances down through the lattice of leaves with eyes bright and glinting, paws pressed to the branch like a little gremlin king. The sway of the tree from Ronin’s shake barely disturbs him—if anything, it only makes him chitter louder, tail flicking with delight.
You sound very confident, Sir It, he teases, the bond thick with laughter and smugness. But I'm built for this, remember?
He crouches dramatically, as if preparing to leap again—then flattens himself against the branch instead and holds on like the world’s fluffiest caterpillera. The leaves above him tremble with his joy. Maybe you can use your axe to cut the tree down to get me, though I doubt the woods would like that very much.
Just to drive the point home, he grabs a nearby twig and hurls it (poorly) in Ronin’s direction.
You sound very confident, Sir It, he teases, the bond thick with laughter and smugness. But I'm built for this, remember?
He crouches dramatically, as if preparing to leap again—then flattens himself against the branch instead and holds on like the world’s fluffiest caterpillera. The leaves above him tremble with his joy. Maybe you can use your axe to cut the tree down to get me, though I doubt the woods would like that very much.
Just to drive the point home, he grabs a nearby twig and hurls it (poorly) in Ronin’s direction.
we're only human but we've got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and smell the fuckin' roses
So stop and smell 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.
