Remi was strolling through the park when she stumbles across a familiar face.

Samael Dyson!

How nice!

He was sprawled out yet again scribbling in a notebook. It had been awhile since anyone had paid him a visit, and Remi thought he might be getting a little bit bored or lonely. At least it would be a different face than Charlie Nickles this time.

She scampers over and plops herself onto the grass beside him on her belly, lightly kicking her feet in the air.

"Hi again! Whatcha doing? Planning something nefarious?"


She casually places a hand on his chest as she leans forward, craning her neck to get a better view of the written text.

A referee drops down from up in a tree, startling Remi. He starts the count.

1...

"Shit! Do they just like, follow you around or something?"


2....