Blanket Forts and Pillow Fights

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

Remi would leave the answering of questions to his counterpart. Instead, he crawled forward, tugging at Aoife's sleeping dress with his small clawed hands to encourage her farther into the fort with him. Every now and then he'd halt, flop down and roll himself up like a raccoon-burrito inside of one of the blankets, and Aoife would be forced to try and free him. His chaotic wiggling, cheerful tittering, and flailing tail were about all the encouragement the star-eyed girl would need, and once he was freed, the whole charade would start anew.