follow my lead

remi "I know you are the expert Ronin, but I am not so sure it is supposed to sound like that. At least not all the time?" The look Remi offered his friend was half horror, but also half amazement as well. Slyly the raccoon grinned up at Ronin, sharp little white teeth poking out of an all together too cute snout as he buried himself against Ronin. Raccoon-sized though Remi might be, the pain was still enormous, and while he appreciated his friend's care and gentle fingers, his body still ached enormously. This was so not a good idea. But in place of vocalizing those thoughts in anyway, Remi distracted himself with picking at bits of wool fluffing off of Ronin's scarf.