[Seasonal Event] The morning after

Remi pulled his lips back slightly in as close to a smirk as he could get. Yes he’d heard her words if that’s what she meant, but her movements were terribly awkward. If this is what you are like the morning after, I can see why you have decided to be a spinster. He joked, tail flicking playfully behind him. I have tried actually- Remi admitted. As he did so, great tawny wings sprouted from his sides. As they flapped precisely nothing happened at all. These bones are not hollow. No flying for us like this. Still, it was quite the impressive sight. Letting his wings disappear as he nudged her, he roared with laughter as she tumbled onto her back. Remaining where he was as she pounced on him, he leaned into her impact, rearing up slightly to try and drape a paw over her shoulder. Biting playfully at one of her ears, he pulled himself off of her (if indeed she’d endured it), and looked out the window. How do you feel about hunting? REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on