Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Continuing up the steps and walkways towards the hunters' wing, Ronin is busy thinking of ways they might have improved the situation for Remi and mistakes they certainly won't be making again, when the wendigo pipes up. Blinking and glancing back at the other man, he offers him a gentle smile. "Back to my place," he says easily. "You still want the spare room, right? Because you aren't having my bed."
Slowing his steps so they can walk beside one another, Ronin rests his hands in his pockets and considers his next words carefully. "I know it might not feel like it to you, but what happened back there was impressive. Like, really impressive. I know, I know - before you say it, I have no idea what it would have been like for you. I can't ever imagine. But you didn't hurt anyone. You got blood in your mouth and we're still walking home with no casualties other than the people beating each other up back there."
Slowing his steps so they can walk beside one another, Ronin rests his hands in his pockets and considers his next words carefully. "I know it might not feel like it to you, but what happened back there was impressive. Like, really impressive. I know, I know - before you say it, I have no idea what it would have been like for you. I can't ever imagine. But you didn't hurt anyone. You got blood in your mouth and we're still walking home with no casualties other than the people beating each other up back there."
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
