it's a funny old world

Remi stretched out his neck approvingly, happy to accept the morning scritches. Rolling over and not bothering to shift so that he could speak, he patted Ronin's chest with a small hand as if to communicate both that it was fine, and that more cuddles were needed. Groggy and warm, Remi's raccoon mind did not much feel like being awoken. With a bit of a hiss, he clung to Ronin's bare chest with his small clawed hands and tried to burrow into it as if the guildmaster might suddenly, with enough whining, become a mass of blankets he could tunnel into. Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better