#remi;open

He hates shopping, especially when situations like this occur. All Remi wants is that bloody box on the top shelf, and he has to stand on his toes just to brush the tips of his fingers against it. He’s vaguely aware of another coming to help him, and he opens his mouth to protest but they have it down before he can make a sound. Turning around, he almost starts to glare at them, but then his eyes catch on their face and, well, he just can’t. “Thanks,” he states, taking the box from their hands and half praying that they don’t recognize him.