Kaisel
As bird poop free as he can manage after wiping it off on leaf after leaf, Kaisel mutters and gets back to the task of operation lost doggie. That starts with finding track of Remi again, who's noises he started to block after the disgusting ordeal of wiping himself clean in the jungle.
"Remi!" he hisses into the villainous shrubbary as he creeps along. Ducking under some low hanging and moving vines, and crouching around a flower that he's certain isn't so bright and pretty just for fun, he turns and finds Remi on grand display before him. Rightfully so too, the little garbage man has a prime prize in his mitts. "His collar!" Kaisel breathes as he stoops down for it, a lilt of hope there in the recognition. "You must be on the right track. Can you smell him?" He's not sure how well racoons can pose as scent hounds, least of all in the rain, but it's the first solid lead.
"Remi!" he hisses into the villainous shrubbary as he creeps along. Ducking under some low hanging and moving vines, and crouching around a flower that he's certain isn't so bright and pretty just for fun, he turns and finds Remi on grand display before him. Rightfully so too, the little garbage man has a prime prize in his mitts. "His collar!" Kaisel breathes as he stoops down for it, a lilt of hope there in the recognition. "You must be on the right track. Can you smell him?" He's not sure how well racoons can pose as scent hounds, least of all in the rain, but it's the first solid lead.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
