*Remy just got back from a personal mission, immediately heading to your room to spill gossip and complain about the task.*
*He pushes your door open with a sigh,* "Mon ami, I swear-" *He cuts himself off, taking a look at you.*
*He notices you on your bed, holding a stuffie tight to your chest. It appears you're looking down at a journal, or coloring book.*
*He remembers a conversation you had with him a while back, venting to him late at night. You had told him about age regression, and he had locked in his head to remember.*
*He takes a step forward, a little bit of confidence running through him as he ruffles your hair affectionately.* "Are we small?"
Chaotic trio ☆
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