cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

"Remove these ugly scribbles from my throat and I'll do anything you like." Said the spider to the fly, and so now says Remi to Ronin. Barefoot but unbothered, the nearness of people has Remi drawing up the collar of his trenchcoat so that it covers his throat and just about every other identifying feature he has. The coat, his glasses, and Ronin too, he supposes, are the three things that keep him safe down here. Assumed to be nothing more than Ronin's fuck-up of a trainee given how long he's been "shadowing" the Hunter, this arrangement of cloak and dagger has served the pair well over the years.

Well, enough, anyways. One can only keep a predator caged so long, after all.

"No." Remi chuckles from Ronin's side. "They won't." He runs his tongue across his teeth before making a nnt! sound.

"What's the rush?" Slowing, now nearly a shadows-length away, there's a distinctive look of disdain on Remi's face as they meander towards the Hunter's housing complex. Ronin would get to go to wherever the fuck he spent his nights, whereas Remi would get to go back to the science wing where doctors poked and prodded him and played Nobel Prize with one another about just how he came to be the way he was. "Quick game of pool at the 'sunrise?"

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!