REMI
"Ahh true. We would not want that after all." With a wince, Remi tried to keep his shoulder as steady as possible as the coiled creature departed and glided? flopped? landed in Ronin's lap. "I suppose I will have to give her flying lessons soon, mm?" Looking down at Ronin with a satisfied smirk, Remi shook his head. "Not likely." He answered with a grin, before suddenly all but disappearing down onto the floor. Shrinking into a black and grey and adorably fury body, Remi climbed up the side of the chair and wagged a finger at Sugar, chittering at her as if to remind her of their agreement. Making an 'a-okay' motion with his small thumb and forefingers, Remi scurried towards the banners to begin to hang them on the rafters with his dexterous paws. If he wasn't being chased by a dragon of course. |
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.