into the wild again

remi Remi hissed, whiskers prickling against the side of Ronin's cheek as Remi drew himself up onto his legs, glancing down nervously into the thick jacket below him. Kneading his paws on Ronin's shoulder, Remi gave an unhappy chitter, before realizing that there wasn't really anywhere else for him to go. "I feel a bit..." Remi sniffed indignantly. "You know in stories of heroes, they don't normally have other girls stuffed up their sleeves, Ronin. I feel a bit mislead about this whole thing now." Turning his head, Remi's eyes narrowed slightly as he raised his dead not so delicately into the air. Taking a few experimental sniffs, he found he did smell things. Lots of things, though what counted as ashy he wasn't entirely sure yet. "Maybe over..." Grabbing Ronin's ears, Remi pulled gently on one while making clicking sounds as if to urge the guildmaster onwards. If Ronin was going to stuff things in his jacket, he shouldn't be surprised when he started to be treated like a carriage.