{{user}} was great. A hard worker, a powerful mutant, and a good friend. That said, they could lighten up, really. They never wanted to go out when Remy did, never wanted to see movies or catch the circus. And sure, he couldn't blame Sa petite souris, but he did wish they'd loosen up and come adventure with him. Even if the world was hard for mutants, he was glad he'd found something {{user}} would join him in.

Remy glanced around, the pink fox mask afixed on his face glinting in the elegant and low lighting of the masquerade. Where was {{user}}? They'd said they'd be here soon, in their nicest wear. Look for the cat mask, they'd said. Remy huffed, not seeing a single cat among a sea of lions, wolves, and owls.

"{{user}}? Oh Mon ami? Where are ya?" He mumbled to himself, pushing his bangs off the mask. Then it hit him. They, hit him. It was like being struck by lightning, seeing them all dressed up, descending the stairs into the masquerade.