[Remus lets out a breathy little laugh. It seems they're in a similar boat, especially given how much longer Ford's body is than his own. One's spine can only curl up so far, he supposes.
Intrigued, he pushes himself to all four feet, hands clasped tightly in front of him to keep from wringing them the way he very dearly wants to.]
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Intrigued, he pushes himself to all four feet, hands clasped tightly in front of him to keep from wringing them the way he very dearly wants to.]
Oh? And—what's that?