Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Are you sure you don't?" 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). "Maybe not for sex, but when it comes to wendigoing about, you're a bit of an exhibitionist," he informs him, stepping to the side to let him go first.
"You are too kind," he drawls right back. "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."
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. "So are you still taking that wendigo viagra?" he asks, referring to Isla's magic experimental injection.
"You are too kind," he drawls right back. "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."
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. "So are you still taking that wendigo viagra?" he asks, referring to Isla's magic experimental injection.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
