Feb 05, 2008 19:13
Remy meandered his way down the stairs, as he was prone to doing, surprisingly, he'd forgotten what day it was. This didn't happen very often.
Except for the fact that it did.
In any case, he barely even noticed the fwip, nor did he notice the cat ears. He did, however, notice the tail, since that arrived with something more of a bendy-straw crackling noise, and when he opened his mouth to say: "What t'hell?" he noticed the fangs as well. Those were going to take some getting used to.
Apparently someone decided that Remy needed to be more true to his nature. Or something.
pickles,
remy lebeau,
mardi gras,
kate bishop