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

In response, Remi can only make vaguely disagreeing sounds under his breath. "Then again I suppose I do not do much kissing when I am mostly teeth." He muses, sounding thoughtful as he trails behind Ronin. "I would suggest testing it to the doctors, but.." 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.

"Mmmmmm." The wendigo hums, lifting a hand to bat at a string of lights that flicker sadly. "Oh ho, someone woke up with his balls in his hands this morning." Is that a real phrase? Is it a Remi phrase? Who knows. 'Could do, could do. Or, we could see how long we can stay topside...?" Shrugging coyly, Remi frowns with amusement before nodding at the slack. The shit-fuckery melts off his face, and though the smile Remi offers Ronin isn't quite so large or brash, it's a good deal more honest.

"Thanks. It's good to be back out. Good to have my chain in skilled hands again." He adds, not even needing to bounce his eyebrows at that particular innuendo.

But he does anyway.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!