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

"Same thing." Remi says carelessly if only because he knows that they aren't, and it will likely annoy Ronin to hear him say so. "Oh? Well that settles it. If I win, you show me your pinecones." Does Remi know how that sounds? Yes. Does he care? With all the jokes made thus far about staring at Ronin while he's sleeping? Absolutely not.

Wide-eyed now despite wanting to keep a low profile, given that they aren't sneaking into the bar this time around, Remi is fully agape at the undercity. The lights are mildly disorienting to his senses, and though he blinks rather aggressively at the neon and fluorescent signs, his mouth hangs appreciably open.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable about the prospect of being crushed by tits or in their vicinity, not that he can really say why (sexual torture under the guise of medical research and testing, is the answer), Remi just snorts under his breath and nods toward the bar. "Why don't we start there and see if we can't find somewhere to sit after." So saying, the wendigo takes a last deep inhale of what feels like "clean" air, before moving into the throng of evening drinkers.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!