Feline Conversations (OPEN)

Remi grinned a bit bashfully and surveyed the bar with a quick glance. The man was quite right: usually those sat in the Rathskeller during the middle of the day were drinking away their sorrows. "I just brought a fresh case of alcohol here. The owner of the Rathskeller is my—" mother, he wanted to say, but she wasn't. As near enough as one could be though, he supposed. "—my very good friend. I do not believe she is around at the moment, but it is certainly toastier in here than it is outside." He added with a grin. Looking down the bar to where Chunk lazily eyed him, Remi again tried his hand at trying to provoke the creature into action. Instead of...well, anything, Chunk just looked away. "But if bright smiles are unwelcome here, I suppose I could ask the same thing of you? What brings you into the Rathskeller Arthur?" REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times