Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Remi lurks and Ronin lives, going about his evening much the same as he would have without the wendigo's presence. That's not to say that he isn't vigilant for the signs of his approach; as they've both already established, they have no idea how Remi might react, expectedly or otherwise, having been quite abruptly liberated from the science wing. And so the courtesy is appreciated, the hunter glancing up from where he's been chopping a few root vegetables to roast.
"No shit," he says, sounding surprised but equally committing to nonchalance as he follows Remi's gaze across to the clock. "How come?" he asks. "Just always used to digital? I can teach you if you want, though I reckon most places use a 24-hour clock these days." It's hardly a transferable skill. "If it makes you feel better, I only started learning to cook properly in the past few months."
"No shit," he says, sounding surprised but equally committing to nonchalance as he follows Remi's gaze across to the clock. "How come?" he asks. "Just always used to digital? I can teach you if you want, though I reckon most places use a 24-hour clock these days." It's hardly a transferable skill. "If it makes you feel better, I only started learning to cook properly in the past few months."
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
