remi
Remi is absolutely no help. He simply remains an inert, furry sandbag strapped to Kaisel’s back as Nacho turns into a muddy, sugar-hunting hurricane. The raccoon watches with calm, almost scholarly interest while Kaisel attempts to collar the dog mid–leap, arms flailing, gummy worms flying, dignity evaporating.
Every bounce jostles Remi deeper into the pack, but he never once lets go of the gummy worms. He just keeps snacking, unconcerned, the soft wet sounds of raccoon chewing providing an absurd soundtrack to Kaisel’s grunted wrestling match with a creature roughly the size of a loaf of bread. When Kaisel finally manages to pin Nacho and snap the collar shut, Remi pauses mid-chew, peering down from his backpack fortress like some kind of woodland judge presiding over a messy trial. Mud everywhere. Rain pounding. A dog squirming like an eel. Kaisel soaked, filthy, and exhausted.
Then as Kaisel turns, dramatic sigh and all, and levels his accusation, Remi only blinks. Then, with impeccable timing and gentle raccoon sincerity, he reaches out of the half-zipped bag and pats Kaisel’s cheek with his tiny paw—soft little there-there taps, and he offers him a gummy worm.
Every bounce jostles Remi deeper into the pack, but he never once lets go of the gummy worms. He just keeps snacking, unconcerned, the soft wet sounds of raccoon chewing providing an absurd soundtrack to Kaisel’s grunted wrestling match with a creature roughly the size of a loaf of bread. When Kaisel finally manages to pin Nacho and snap the collar shut, Remi pauses mid-chew, peering down from his backpack fortress like some kind of woodland judge presiding over a messy trial. Mud everywhere. Rain pounding. A dog squirming like an eel. Kaisel soaked, filthy, and exhausted.
Then as Kaisel turns, dramatic sigh and all, and levels his accusation, Remi only blinks. Then, with impeccable timing and gentle raccoon sincerity, he reaches out of the half-zipped bag and pats Kaisel’s cheek with his tiny paw—soft little there-there taps, and he offers him a gummy worm.
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.
