Starting Over Again

In this form his hearing wasn't as sharp, but given the way the snakes were suddenly being shucked off of him, he had to assume that there was someone nearby, come to his aid. With his luck, it would be Jigano and he'd receive a lecture about how he should have known better, and that this was just more evidence of his recklessness. The sound of the voice—her voice—immediately stilled him. He knew that voice and it certainly wasn't Jigano. Grinning with ferocious little white teeth as she mentioned that he might be some sort of monster, he let her check him over. It wasn't the first time she'd done this of course, though never in this form, and honestly Remi was a bit relieved he wouldn't have to drag himself back to Isla for the exam. As she stood, gathering her things and lamenting that he couldn't talk, the raccoon's grin widened. Some vet you are. Remi laughed into her mind, crossing his furry paws and staring up at her. What sort of raccoons have you seen that would sit still for an exam like that? Honestly Martha you are getting so full of yourself these days. But the alchemist could only keep up the act for so long, but clambering up her pant leg and then jacket, to snuggle himself against the crook of her neck. remi At another place in time, you were infinitely mine