[se] you better let somebody love you

remi

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

Remi's little nose was twitching hard enough to have his whiskers bobbing up and down, though it all drastically comes to a stop at the mention of skating. Blinking a few times as if perhaps it was his explanation of the waterfall's properties rather than the physics of them which would prevent them from skating, the small creature huffs unhappily before brightening. We can skate in our dreams, and fish in real life. He decides, before continuing his expedition into the deep recesses of Ronin's pockets for the fabled treasure trove of snacks he assumed would be there.

Grasping a piece of jerky and a chunk of chocolate—both appearing comically large in the raccoon's clutches—Remi begins to rub the two together before giving it an experimental nibble. Deciding that this was, in his humble opinion, quite literally the best thing ever, Remi has to force himself to offer up a bit of his concoction to Ronin. Were you to ask him if it was harder not to maul his husband's face off as a manticore, steal his soul as a wraith, or share his snacks as a raccoon, he'd immediately answer that it was the latter.

Do you think the majority of the dragons around here will sleep through LongNight?

we're only human but w?'ve got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!