Feline Conversations (OPEN)

Bobi stared at him with an entirely bored expression. If she could hear Remi's mental probing, she gave absolutely no indication. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Remi tried to coax her into standing. Mentally he pressed and cajoled, but still the kitten lay on the bar, batting up at him with her floppy paws and giving very few fucks at all it seemed, about what the alchemist might or might not have been trying to get her to do. As Arthur entered, the feline scrambled to her feet clumsily and tottered his way. She couldn't purr, so instead she made a mewling sort of growl sound low in her throat. Looking up, Remi was uncharacteristically rather awestruck by the man before him. Not only was he absurdly and breathtakingly handsome, but the addition of a cape gave him an impossible sort of quality that Remi couldn't quite put his finger on. Swallowing down his surprise, Remi flashed the man a bright and boyish smile. "Is it? I had not noticed." He said with a grin, shaking Arthur's hand in return. "Remi." He replied with a nod. "Pleased to meet you Arthur." REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times