Desperado

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Raccoon. Alright. That made sense. Sort of. But then again, Remi wasn't a raccoon. Mirroring these thoughts, Vai counted out the animal shifts he apparently was now, and though his vocal chords couldn't at all make the sound of surprise he was going for, his bandit-masked face still looked suitably shocked. Patting himself down as if to be sure that this was really the body he was in, he plopped down in front of Vai and picked up his teacup with both paws. Dipping his nose in to drink from it, he covered his muzzle and his long whiskers with small droplets before adorably licking them off. All this to show that, unlike his sudden integration into being a feline, this form seemed utterly without predatory instincts.