cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

"You okay?" Ronin raises an eyebrow at Remi between bites of food, thinking that perhaps the wendigo had a monster's equivalent of a toothache or something. (And wouldn't that be hilarious if, within an hour of arriving at his apartment, he has to go back to the medical wing of the compound for unrelated reasons).

And while it's true that it's only for a week, Ronin has no doubt that if it goes well, even without making himself at home, it will be a painful thing for Remi to return to his former lodgings. And he knows that Isla knows that too. "Please do," he says with a smile that surprises him with its softness. Clearing his throat, he of course adds "We were given a budget for it, for you. So if nothing else, cost those fuckers some money."

Quickly finishing up his dinner, Ronin washes up and puts away his leftovers, before moving away from the kitchenette. "I don't know if I want to know the answer, but... what would you do with your evenings, or the time after you were signed back in after a hunt?" Because Ronin has just realised that he's absolutely got a routine he automatically wants to go into, but of course this is a very different day to usual.

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!