cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

"Better a personal attack than a physical one." The wendigo quips in return, smiling the sort of smile that speaks of disuse and cheeks that, were it not for his supernatural strength, would be quite sore from doing so much of it come morning.

Still not completely sure about The Office and what about it he was supposed to find interesting or humorous, Remi glances down toward his knees. Though many of his cultural mannerisms have been dulled by the likes of Suuuuuusan and Hinkystinky zapping him with something anytime his gesticulations became too great, even having been out for a few hours has some of the Italian coming out, such that as he sits and thinks, his eyebrows and lips move and flinch with each passing thought.

"You know..." Remi says slowly, glancing up at Ronin before looking back toward the carpet. "If you do not think it would upset too many people, perhaps...' Trailing off as if he meant to take the words back, the wendigo swallows. "We could go back to that bar you took me to that one time?" Then, as if needing to give Ronin a way out, Remi hastily adds: "Unless it's past your bedtime, of course."

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!