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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"That sounded like it hurt."
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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."
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"Really. A tail. I mean, yer supposed to get tail durin' Mardi Gras an' all, but that's a bit literal, don'tcha think?"
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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?"
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He hadn't seen any centaurs around before, didn't mean there weren't any.
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He shrugged then, beaming at her and padding over, offering a hand, "Remy LeBeau, an' who might I have t'pleasure've meetin'?"
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