Some of their friends had described Remy as a cat in the past. Perhaps it's not that much of a surprise.
The Ghost laughs, a hearty bellow as he lets Rogue move about the room. The stockings are all about the same size, but only three have anything in them; the ones with the names Oliver, Figaro and Lucifer in grey, white and orange. Given the fact that Rogue can now place one of those names, it probably isn't a surprise when she notices two more cats curled up on the couch. A couch that Remy passes by on his way back to the kitchen, dropping Lucifer onto the cushions with a scratch of his ears and a quick kiss dropped between the ears.
Rogue will recognize the scents coming from the kitchen as distinctly Cajun. Not gumbo, but a jambalaya, perhaps.
"Smooth enough, yes. Though perhaps a bit quiet." The Ghost still seems amused enough. "Not many would believe he's spending his Christmas Eve alone, would they?"
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The Ghost laughs, a hearty bellow as he lets Rogue move about the room. The stockings are all about the same size, but only three have anything in them; the ones with the names Oliver, Figaro and Lucifer in grey, white and orange. Given the fact that Rogue can now place one of those names, it probably isn't a surprise when she notices two more cats curled up on the couch. A couch that Remy passes by on his way back to the kitchen, dropping Lucifer onto the cushions with a scratch of his ears and a quick kiss dropped between the ears.
Rogue will recognize the scents coming from the kitchen as distinctly Cajun. Not gumbo, but a jambalaya, perhaps.
"Smooth enough, yes. Though perhaps a bit quiet." The Ghost still seems amused enough. "Not many would believe he's spending his Christmas Eve alone, would they?"