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[thiefprinceremy]

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

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[dingdongdoodily]

Someone had noticed the change, and was snickering at his table, with his neck entirely festooned with brightly colored beads.

"That sounded like it hurt."

[thiefprinceremy]

"Non, not s'much act'lly." He was only marginally easier to understand, thanks to the fangs, because he had to speak more carefully so as not to bite his tongue.

The tail in question was flicking wildly, he glowered over his shoulder at it, focusing intently until the wild flicking calmed to a gentle sway, "Righ', t'at's better."

[dingdongdoodily]

Color Pickles wholly amused.
"Really. A tail. I mean, yer supposed to get tail durin' Mardi Gras an' all, but that's a bit literal, don'tcha think?"

[thiefprinceremy]

He blinked, and then snickered, shaking his head and fluffing a hand through his hair, which was when he discovered the ears, "T'at explains it."

He shrugged, "Don' know, t'literal migh' help wit' t'figurative, non?"

And then, sprawling himself into a nearby seat, he said, "How've y'been?"

[dingdongdoodily]

"Been alright, just found this place a couple days ago. I hear I'm a regular."

He smirked, "An' I'm guessin' you know me."

Hey, random odd-eyed Cajun men that spontaneously grow cat ears and tails totally sounded like someone he'd befriend, frankly.

[thiefprinceremy]

"Oui." He said. And that smirk was just about as smirky a smirk as ever smirked. Seriously. It was liable to just get up and go on about its business without his say-so.

He shrugged, "T'ough I s'pose we haven' act'lly met yet." He offered a hand, "Remy L'Beau."

[dingdongdoodily]

Oh, that look got a Look of its own. Apparently, it was a biblical sort of knowing going on.
He didn't seem to mind this, I mean, c'mon. The guy was good looking enough.

Pickles extended his hand, "Pleased t'meetcha.. Again. Whatever. So hey, have a seat, have a drink."

[thiefprinceremy]

"T'at soun's like t'best idea I've heard all night."

He stretched himself just a little more comfortably in his chosen seat, leaning his chin on his folded arms on the tabletop, fingers drumming idly for a moment.

He didn't usually have to think about what he wanted, but today was different, finally he shrugged, "Mmm, simple charm soun's good." Tail? Still swaying idly.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles had yet to gain his massive knowledge of booze, so with that, he nodded, "Make it two." He said to the rat, who was eying Remy warily before it scampered off.

"Y'know, I don't know why, but yer name sounds really familiar." He creased his brow at that, it was one of those things where it would bug him until he thought of the reason.

[thiefprinceremy]

He shrugged, the movement fluid, stretching just a little further, "I get t'at a lot."

And he wasn't going to say why. Nope.

[dingdongdoodily]

He'd figure it out eventually anyway, and then promptly not care.

Pickles slipped into a more comfortable sprawl in his own seat as well, "So I'm guessin' you an' me we..." He rolled his hand slightly, as if fishing for words.

"Had lots and lots of copious and utterly flippant fucking."

[thiefprinceremy]

Smirkedysmirk is go!

He shrugged again, "Non, wasn' t'at much've it." A pause, calculating, "Not s'far as I know anyway. F'you've had more've it t'an I have means one've us's got some catchin' up t'do."

And no, he really had no idea how that would work.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Huh, well, at least it was fun, I'm sure." He'd find out sooner or later. Meanwhile, the tail was keeping his attention, if only for the constant motion. "How... is that coming out of yer pants?"

[thiefprinceremy]

That was a very good question, and he had to check, twisting around in his usual springy-spined way to look, "S'just comin' over t'top."

He shrugged as he returned to his leaning, "S'still weird t'ough."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Yeah, I'd say. I could cut a hole in 'em an' thread it through if it gets cramped, though."

Because that's a totally straight thing to offer, sure.

[thiefprinceremy]

He shrugged, "Migh' have t'modify somet'in' later if I d'cide t'change and it d'cides to stay."

He grinned toothily at the waitrat when it returned, "Merci."