the monsters turned out to be just trees

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

Stop tickling? No problem. Tucking his tail snugly around Loren like a good scarf, he instead pressed his cold nose against the summoners neck. Whatever Astra might have thought wasn't much of Remi's concern; Loren was laughing, and for the alchemist, that was more than enough. Besides, all of this nonsense only reinforced the notion that as an animal, Remi simply ... wasn't the same. Not only was the idea of of the alchemist physically wrapped around Loren's neck as a man absurd (and in many ways, probably impossible), but so was the image of Remi with his nose pressed sweetly against Loren's, or nuzzling his face into the summoner's collar. It just wasn't the same; animal affection was another species entirely.