follow my lead

remi Remi offered Ronin a feigned cringe of digust. "Well if it is that noisy, I can see why you have kept your membership low." Then, the actual implications dawned on him and his cringe turned a shade more real as he playfully shook his head. "If you can't be responsible for a few stitches Ronin, how will you be responsible for your child? Consider this like training." Hot on the heels of that suggestion, Remi placed his hands on Ronin's shoulders and immediately shrunk into a small ball of fur, fully expecting his friend to catch him. If he didn't, so much the worse for Ronin's parenting skills, and much the worse for Remi's stitches.