Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Remi can keep the sweater if he likes it all that much; knowing nothing about how it's acting as a sort of comfort blanket for the wendigo, Ronin figures that his friend is just used to being speckled with blood, and so decides not to make a big deal of it. Besides, he's too busy trying to force in a breath after it stutters in his throat to hear the other man's ever-so-serious agreement, and only Remi's sudden grin pulls him out of it.
"Fuck, I was writing you a formal apology in my head," he says, his laughter rushing out on a sigh. "And it's true. I guess next time we should pick a quieter haunt, or check it out beforehand to make sure there aren't any ruffians besides the two of us." Setting down the wendigo-kit on the counter so he remembers it needs restocking, the hunter shrugs off his ruined drink.
"It's alright. I keep some here anyway, for special occasions." And the fact that the bottle, when he lifts it from a cupboard, is still mostly full, tells Remi everything he needs to know about that. "Should have got some O-Neg in for you. Drinking alone feels like a downward spiral." He laughs.
"Fuck, I was writing you a formal apology in my head," he says, his laughter rushing out on a sigh. "And it's true. I guess next time we should pick a quieter haunt, or check it out beforehand to make sure there aren't any ruffians besides the two of us." Setting down the wendigo-kit on the counter so he remembers it needs restocking, the hunter shrugs off his ruined drink.
"It's alright. I keep some here anyway, for special occasions." And the fact that the bottle, when he lifts it from a cupboard, is still mostly full, tells Remi everything he needs to know about that. "Should have got some O-Neg in for you. Drinking alone feels like a downward spiral." He laughs.
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
