back to normal, if it ever was

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

Tugging in a breath, Remi merely shook his head in the face of Loren's rising incredulity. What he was suggesting was a sort of manipulation. Harmless—helpful, perhaps—but it simply wasn't the way the alchemist's mind worked. Biting the inside of his lip and offering the Launceleyn a conciliatory half-smile that still belied some of his confusion, he started somewhat at the notion people would come to him for things. They did that already; but of a political nature? Looking properly uncomfortable, Remi ran a hand through his curls shooting the summoner a disbelieving look. "I..." Exhaling a weary breath, the alchemist sought out Loren's gaze wishing desperately to find humour there. But as with nearly all glances between the two men, it was free of amusement.

"Thank you." Lowering his eyes and feeling somehow that he'd lost something important along the way in this conversation but not knowing what it was, he merely nodded a rather solemn acceptance.  

Flailing in midair with a body possessing none of his feline acrobatics, the raccoon shut its eyes tightly as it flew towards shiny teeth and a tongue that he knew from personal experience was barbed and rough. And then there was...

oh. Just the ground.

Looking up with dark eyes and viewing the summoner upside down, the raccoon let his head loll to the side, tongue sticking out of its mouth. Dead, probably. Loren would have to pick it up to be sure.