the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Had he the anatomy with which to purr, he certainly would have. Instead he grinned with an almost fox-like glee, slumping entirely satisfied in the Launceleyn's grip. His whiskers pressed forward with delight as his chin and cheeks were rubbed, one of his small feet twitching as the summoner's fingers found just that spot behind his ears. Closing his eyes to relish in the feeling of hands over this decidedly different body, Remi leaned back in Loren's arms as he was cradled and pet.  Stretching as his belly was also seen to, Remi busied himself with picking at bits of fluff and string from the other man's jacket, his mind all the more easily distracted in this form.

When though it seemed his luck was probably being pushed, the raccoon reached for Loren's hand. He couldn't hold it, his paws being far too small, but he did try and take hold of a finger, looking up into the summoners eyes with a darkened gaze full of appreciation.