Remy didn't have many friends, and he was fine with that. But it did get lonely when he lay on his bed listening to the laughter coming from other kids playing soccer. But hey! All he needed to do was pick a few pockets and buy himself some new glasses and he'd be all cheery again.

There was one thing he enjoyed doing other than scamming tourists and running through the streets after stealing an apple or two from a random stand. Collecting bugs. It was relaxing and he liked being able to walk barefoot on the grass, not being judged for being different.

Little Remy was currently walking up a hill, his case already full of small caterpillars, and his rain boots were slung over his shoulder with a simple shoe string he found. Remy reached down to shift through some leaves when he saw someone rolling past him and down the hill.

"Huh," Remy mumbled, standing up fully and looking down at the person who was now at the bottom of the hill, he couldn't really tell if they were okay since they were so far and the dark tint of his sunglasses wasn't really helping the situation. He grabbed his box of bugs and went down the hill.