Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Mm, I guess we will," Ronin smirks, already planning to get a clear container for the fake houseplant so he can see exactly how much Remi has tried to drown it. More on that next time though, he supposes, because here comes Mr. Grinch to ruin the party. It's probably for the best if Ronin is very honest with himself - the painkillers are either starting to wear off or the sedatives are starting to kick in, because he's really woozy all of a sudden.
And so it's with a sunny, glazed sort of smile to Remi that he's wheeled out of the room, casting him a wave with his good arm. "I will if you do," he calls back. "And Merry Christmas!" He'll be just as ashamed of those last words, worry not.
And so it's with a sunny, glazed sort of smile to Remi that he's wheeled out of the room, casting him a wave with his good arm. "I will if you do," he calls back. "And Merry Christmas!" He'll be just as ashamed of those last words, worry not.
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
