[There's something horribly draining about having his mutation messed with, and that's really the only thing Remy can focus on as he trudges his way back to his apartment. There's always a minor disorientation when leaving, say, the tunnels, but after it's been in effect for a few days? Even if he's adjusting to having full powers moved back down to Luceti level? Nothing seems right. Stuff either starts sparking or he can't seem to balance as well until things level out again. Royal pain in the neck.
It's probably a good thing he's more focused on the readjusting mutation, because otherwise he might be focusing too much on the fact that he's making his way through the village in nothing but hot pink, slightly billowy pants and a pair of what he has dubbed elf shoes. Thankfully, they do not have bells on. He's not entirely sure where he put his normal clothes down on the mission, but wherever it was, it was a dumb place to put them down.
Grumbling under his breath as the doorknob sets off sparks beneath his fingertips, he pushes into the apartment. The tribble's bloated state is overlooked in favor of the other occupant of the sofa. An exhausted, but still cheerful smile twitches onto his face.]
August 19th, early evening
It's probably a good thing he's more focused on the readjusting mutation, because otherwise he might be focusing too much on the fact that he's making his way through the village in nothing but hot pink, slightly billowy pants and a pair of what he has dubbed elf shoes. Thankfully, they do not have bells on. He's not entirely sure where he put his normal clothes down on the mission, but wherever it was, it was a dumb place to put them down.
Grumbling under his breath as the doorknob sets off sparks beneath his fingertips, he pushes into the apartment. The tribble's bloated state is overlooked in favor of the other occupant of the sofa. An exhausted, but still cheerful smile twitches onto his face.]
Since when do I get a welcomin' committee?