cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

Ronin is glad that Remi can find the humour and mischief in a situation that is, for all intents and purposes, quite fucking dire. Even if it's all an act, it's one he can bounce off quite easily, and he gives an exaggerated nod to show his final, dawning understanding. "A mini orgasm, huh? That's better than wendigo viagra," he remarks, because even with a raging hard on, it's not as though there's anyone to fuck, right? Right Isla? Right?

The smile is a little creepy in a way that absolutely doesn't match up with the flush to Remi's cheeks, and Ronin surprises himself by finding it... perfectly Remi, actually. "Better men than me, huh? I wasn't aware that a wendigo had such a connection with saints and other do-gooders," he says dryly, tilting his head at his (former? suspended?) partner.

That said...

Ronin had no idea until now that two words could so completely change a mood, the Hunter swallowing hard and bowing his head in a nod, locking eyes with the wendigo. "Of course I won't. It's personal now, besides. When you and I take it down, I'll expect compensation for you for all of this." This being the hellish past 24 hours, naturally.

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!