Growing roses in the disarray

let's not get lost in the dark blue

Chuckling under his breath, Remi grins a touch self-consciously as he nods his appreciation. "Thanks, and yeah. As you can imagine some of my shifts were more suited toward what Ludo needed of me rather than what Mort now does, so..." He shrugs.

As for hunting, Remi gives his head an immediate shake. "Oh no, I am fine with it. Hunting is different." Still killing, sure, and someone more philosophically minded could likely make a compelling argument for how it was exactly the same, but for Remi at least, killing on his own terms and for a purpose that satisfied a basic need of his felt far easier to bear than the work Ludo had him doing.

"What shift will you be using? If it is something feline or avian I think I will be able to understand most of what you might want to communicate through body language, but if not..." Well, who didn't like a game of charades?

But darling if we do, just find me, and I'll find you