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RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-07-2022
Ronin had been true to his word: he had not gone after the siren without his partner on rotation with him - and it was not for lack of trying on the part of those who pulled all their strings. Indeed, there'd been quite a stink while Remi had been locked up; more and more Hunters coming back dead (or wishing they were dead); more victims up top; more angry voices shouting into Undertown. In secret, of course, because they didn't actually ever interact with one another. Perish the political thought.
When the wendigo appears with his Very Merry Guard, Ronin is bundled up and waiting for him. He is wearing gloves, and there's a scarf knotted around his neck as well. Maybe he looks a bit proud of himself, too. [say]"I was going to bring mistletoe,"[/say] he informs Remi, [say]"but I feel like you use too much teeth when you kiss. Call it a hunch."[/say] Besides, Undertown only sold the shitty fake plastic mistletoe, and where's the Christmas spirit in that?
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-07-2022
Tutting under his tongue, Remi beams an entirely suggestive smile toward his partner before glancing over his shoulder at the guard. [say]"Would you please tell him that I do not use too much teeth?"[/say] He pleads. Despite the guard's stony silence, Remi doesn't appear deterred in the least. [say]"I use precisely the right amount of teeth, thank you."[/say]
With a grunt and some mutterings about regulations and return times and blahblah, eventually, Captain Christmas Spirit hands the leash over to Ronin and stomps back inside to the warmth of his computer screen, a certain mundanely-labelled but password-protected folder, and his right hand.
[say]"Well, I am glad that at least you have some festive spirit. Everyone in here is like the grinch."[/say] Remi says as he runs the fingers of one hand through his hair before reaching for his sunglasses to hide his eyes. [say]"It's like being cast down into the sewers of society has taken the merriment out of the season for them."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-07-2022
Accepting the chain and tossing it over his shoulder as if he's carting Remi around like Santa's sack, Ronin even has the audacity to offer a lazy salute and a ho, ho, ho to the guard's retreating back. [say]"I feel like the right amount of teeth for you is still too much for everyone else,"[/say] he drawls as they head out of the complex and up towards the tunnels.
Even in the Undertown (or maybe especially here), the cold is intense as soon as they are out in the streets, but there are plenty of gaudy coloured lights draped across the sprawl of buildings below them. [say]"Eh, that's just Hunters for you. Rest of the place knows how to feel festive."[/say] He grins.
[say]"Maybe if we take care of this siren quicker than planned, we can get a drink at a bar and listen to some shitty Christmas music,"[/say] he suggests. And only as they get closer to the tunnels does Ronin give the leash a lot more slack, slowing his steps to gaze over his shoulder at the wendigo. [say] "Welcome back,"[/say] he murmurs.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-07-2022
In response, Remi can only make vaguely disagreeing sounds under his breath. [say]"Then again I suppose I do not do much kissing when I am mostly teeth."[/say] He muses, sounding thoughtful as he trails behind Ronin. [say]"I would suggest testing it to the doctors, but.."[/say] All at once the merriment falls away, and Remi is left uncomfortably clearing his throat as his cheeks redden. There's no good way to say when he's thinking, but milked and harvested come close.
[say]"Mmmmmm."[/say] The wendigo hums, lifting a hand to bat at a string of lights that flicker sadly. [say]"Oh ho, someone woke up with his balls in his hands this morning."[/say]
[say]"Thanks. It's good to be back out. Good to have my chain in skilled hands again."[/say] He adds, not even needing to bounce his eyebrows at that particular innuendo.
But he does anyway.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-07-2022
[say]"You ought to be careful suggesting anything to the doctors - they might take you up on it, but not in any way you'd expect or like."[/say] Ronin's sly smile is entirely for the tunnels ahead, though as Remi drifts off into a but... he does wrinkle his nose. He doesn't need the wendigo to finish the sentence; in their various trips out together, he's gotten to learn all about the medical wing of the complex and their sick kinks.
[say]"I'll have you know I wake up with my balls in my hand every morning,"[/say] he drawls, grinning over his shoulder this time and ducking under the lights rather than batting them out of the way. [say]"Staying topside, though? Spicy. Gods, it has been a while since I saw anything close to Christmas up there... sure, why not? What's the worst that could happen?"[/say]
They've already gone through the getting tracked down and caught and tortured scenario, so that feels like it shouldn't hold as much fear as before.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-07-2022
[say]'Oh, you don't know the half of it."[/say] Though Remi manages a laugh, it's tight, and comes from the back of his throat rather than anywhere in his belly or chest. [say]'Ahha, which is to say you wake up alone, then."[/say] The wendigo counters, now matching pace with Ronin instead of drifting along behind him like a shadow.
[say]"Right? There's the spirit."[/say] Clapping Ronin on the shoulder, the pair of them could likely fill the rest of the walk with the worst that could happens, but so what? They'd been through hell recently in their own ways, and if they managed to kill the siren, they deserved to look at some twinkling lights on trees that weren't plastic or made of mould.
[say]"So do the hunters have some sort of Christmas party where you all wear matching ugly sweaters, get drunk, and make sloppy passes at one another..?"[/say] Remi glances at Ronin over his shoulder and grins as the tunnel takes an abrupt turn. [say]"I only ask, because given that you look halfway decent today, if we do manage to find someplace to hide out topside, I bet you could find someone to take you home at least for a little while."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-07-2022
Rather than responding, Ronin merely winces to hear Remi speak; he much prefers not to think about the atrocities committed against the wendigo on a very regular basis, if only because it's likely to make him sloppy at his work. [say]"I'm surprised that you would think otherwise,"[/say] he says of waking up alone. A Hunter who lives in the Undertown and is very good at his job (meaning, of course, that he's a workaholic), whose partner is a not-quite-monster? Ah, yes, the makings of a proper casanova.
His smile, at least, is a warm and genuine thing as the wendigo claps him on the shoulder, and Ronin closes the distance between them enough to free him of the chain, looping it around his waist instead. [say]"That's the Christmas spirit,"[/say] he corrects, winking obnoxiously. As for Christmas parties? [say]"Officially, no,"[/say] he says. [say]"But a lot of the Hunters do go out on Christmas Eve and get obnoxiously drunk - those who aren't out, anyway. Lots of death around this time of year."[/say]
On both sides. More people going out, getting inebriated, getting reckless, getting killed. More Hunters having to react to it (many hungover or drunk), making mistakes and dying as well. [say]"My, was that a compliment from you? I must look good. But I've already got someone taking me home tonight. Assuming we survive."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-07-2022
[say]'Would it hurt your feelings much to know that I rarely think about you waking up at all?"[/say] Remi wonders with a chuckle. [say]"But now that I am--"[/say] Glancing over his shoulder again and making out a good deal more of Ronin's features than the dim light (and sunglasses) should allow for, he shrugs. [say]"--you seem...ehh...how do you say.."[/say] Thickening his accent, Remi makes the quintessential Italian gesture with his fingers. [say]"..not bad?"[/say]
[say]"Grazie."[/say] The wendigo purrs as the chain is adjusted. [say]"Ah, sure, sure. Monsters inside of all of us that need killing."[/say] Seasonal depression was no laughing matter of course, but when you lived in a life the way this pair did, there was almost nothing that was too dark to snicker at given the right set of circumstances.
[say]"What can I say, I'm feeling the Christmas spirit."[/say] Remi remarks of the rarity of his compliment. [say]"Well, go on. Who is the lucky..."[/say] Narrowing his eyes at his partner for a moment, the wendigo tilts his head to the side. [say]"..woman?"[/say] He knew for certain that Ronin had been various women before, but given that most of the hunters were men...well, no point in assuming.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-07-2022
[say]"A little,"[/say] Ronin says, a hand flying to his chest as he dares to look wounded about the idea that he's not in Remi's wank bank. [say]"Too busy thinking about your doctor, mm?"[/say] He raises his eyebrows; they all know how Isla looks, and they also know how close she likes to get to her favourite project. And to hear that he is not bad, the Hunter tilts his head, raising his eyebrows at the wendigo. [say]"How kind of you to say so,"[/say] he drawls, bumping playfully against his shoulder as he picks up his pace.
[say]"Killing or feeding. Depends on who you ask and what they're planning to do with the new year,"[/say] Ronin says of everyone's monsters. [say]"What about you? Going to make any fun resolutions?"[/say] Will Remi commit to only sassing the scientists twice a day? Gosh, who knows?
At the mention of the lucky man, woman or otherwise, Ronin can only let out a scoff. [say]"I meant you,"[/say] he says with a roll of his eyes. [say]"Given that we'll be walking home together and all that? Presumably, anyway. Siren's a nasty piece of work, so they say."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-07-2022
Remi's cheeks colour at the mention of Isla, though the depressing bleakness of the tunnels hopefully hides it. [say]"Wouldn't you?"[/say] He wonders, before sidestepping a bit as if Ronin had the strength to knock him off-course. [say]'Things would be a lot easier if I had one of the fetishes where I liked being watched all the time. Alas..'[/say] Remi couldn't think of a time since he'd been captured where there wasn't at least one pair of eyes on him. Sadly no kink had ever developed.
[say]"Oh sure, loads. Maybe if I work really hard this will be the year I can piss on my own and be allowed to brush my teeth without supervision."[/say] He wishes he was joking.
[say]"Me? I'm flattered. What happened to using too much teeth?"[/say] Falling to a halt next to Ronin, the wendigo waits for the hunter to open one of the many shafts that would lead them above. It was quite the climb, made all the worse if you focused too hard on the slime coating the bars of the ladder, but neither of them usually did. [say]"Allow me."[/say] He trills, heaving himself up first. That way should there be any nasties at the top they'd be treated to Remi first, rather than Ronin.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-07-2022
[say]"Are you sure you don't?"[/say] Ronin wonders with a sly smile that he partially hides behind the scarf he tugs over his nose and mouth - now they're getting closer to the surface, it's ironically getting colder. (You know, because it can't snow underground, but it absolutely can topside). [say]"Maybe not for sex, but when it comes to wendigoing about, you're a bit of an exhibitionist,"[/say] he informs him, stepping to the side to let him go first.
[say]"You are too kind,"[/say] he drawls right back. [say]"And I suppose I might be judging how much teeth you use a little harshly, given that I don't know for sure. And if someone's always watching you, at least I know you've got fresh breath from all those recorded instances of tooth brushing."[/say]
Clambering up onto the ladder after Remi, they are soon enclosed in cold, dank darkness, and soon the soun dof their breathing is one of the only sounds around. [say]"So are you still taking that wendigo viagra?"[/say] he asks, referring to Isla's magic experimental injection.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-07-2022
[SAY]"Not that I am aware of. Something about imagining the interns, Isla, Hernkerplonker, or worse yet, Suuuusan up there, really kills the mood."[/say] The top portion of one of Remi's walls - the one right across from his bed - was all one-way glass. He almost wished it wasn't so that at least he could know who was there, instead of letting his imagination run wild. Grinning at Ronin explains, Remi pulls off his sunglasses and stores them in one pocket before flashing the hunter a smile. [say]"If I wendigo with my clothes on, they just tear. "[/say] He explains with a shrug. [say]"Besides, it is not as if I have to look at myself naked, so why would it bother me?"[/say]
Only vaguely aware of the shift in temperature as he climbs, Remi chuckles. [say]"That is true. My oral hygiene is much better for having come here. I'll put that in my Christmas card this year for what I am most thankful for."[/say]
It feels a bit like what Remi imagines climbing up the throat of some giant dinosaur must be like; all wet smells and rigid surfaces. [say]"She is working on the dosage. I have already built up enough of a tolerance that the initial amount she gave me hardly does anything anymore."[/say] The wendigo explains as he climbs.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 12-08-2022
[say]"Eeesh. I bet it does,"[/say] Ronin mutters, wrinkling his nose at the mere mention of Suuuusan. He's had it out for the Weird Homebrew Torture Doctor ever since what had happened to Remi - and to say he'd surprised himself by the intensity of his dislike is putting it mildly. Having previously straddled that awkward grey line of Remi is a monster and but he's got a good sense of humour, the incident with siren had firmly pushed Ronin into the latter camp.
He doesn't really have much of a response for the wendigo when it comes to seeing him naked, so he can only offer a sort of kombucha girl series of expressions - and Remi probably wouldn't see that either, given that he's gone first up the ladder. [say]"I'll bring you a Christmas card for you to write in it,"[/say] he tells him. [say]"Or spit in it - either way, I'll hand deliver it to Hangerflanger."[/say]
Letting out a comical boooooo to hear that Remi isn't able to get his metaphorical rocks off since the initial dose of orgasm-juice, he slows his climb automatically as he feels them near the surface. (After enough trips, you just know when you're close). [say]"I'd complain to customer services. You didn't agree to a tolerance."[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 12-08-2022
[say]"I like your way of thinking. What if you spit it in though? No doubt they'll take any opportunity to have more of my DNA, might throw them for a loop to discover that I have suddenly mutated."[/say] Remi chuckles at the thought; even though Hornerwanker would figure it out almost immediately, small victories, you know?
[SAY]"You're telling me."[/say] Remi calls down, nodding emphatically even though Ronin won't see it. [say]"Oh I've tried, but I keep being put on hold and the call always seems to mysteriously drop."[/say] Rolling his eyes, Remi too slows, though he has the advantage of actually seeing what's above them.
The fuckery between them was fun and all, but if there was any chance of Remi being the one to take Ronin home tonight, a bit of focus was needed. Rolling one shoulder, Remi reaches up and lifts the sewer grate with his fingertips as if it weighed no more than a dinner plate, despite being closer to 200 or so pounds. [say]"MMm?"[/say] He hums, voice rising at the end in a question: ready?