Desperado

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "I think so, or certainly it...it..." But something was wrong with his mouth, his teeth, his lips. Bringing one hand towards his face, Remi noticed that rather than pale-coloured fingers, there were instead black sort of ... well, he suppose they did rather look like fingers. Indeed the hand which held the cup continued to do so, before the weight of it became too much for his little furry paws to grasp. Having shrunk down, Remi found himself grasping wildly for the teacup, wrapping a dexterous fingered-hand around it, as he stared up at Vai with wide black-ringed eyes. Opening his mouth to speak, a sort of chirping-bark came out of his lips. Placing the cup down between his legs, Remi touched at his face, feeling a longish sort of snout and furry ears. Chittering nervously at Vai, Remi rose, spinning to see a black and gray tail billowing behind himself. What? He wondered, before ceasing this spin and looking worriedly up at Vai. What have I become?