Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"I'll see if I can arrange it, if they ever let you go exploring the complex," Ronin says with a small smile. He means it, too, though whether the wendigo will ever be allowed to wander the Hunters' quarters is not something worth thinking about, really. (Because it's not going to happen, no matter how much Ronin might like to think it).
His brows draw together again as he listens to Remi's history, and if he'd had both hands working he'd be counting his fingers as if trying to figure something out. "So how long have you been like this?" he asks, rubbing at the stubble on his chin. "I always assumed you were some kind of veteran wendigo. But then I doubt anyone would have caught you if that was the case. No offence."
His brows draw together again as he listens to Remi's history, and if he'd had both hands working he'd be counting his fingers as if trying to figure something out. "So how long have you been like this?" he asks, rubbing at the stubble on his chin. "I always assumed you were some kind of veteran wendigo. But then I doubt anyone would have caught you if that was the case. No offence."
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
