Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
It would be funny if it weren't so painfully true, and while Ronin can't stop himself from shooting the wendigo a shit-eating grin, he doesn't give him any further grief about it. "A sense of humour and maybe something she can use to pull the stick out of her ass," he adds for Grimm, padding barefoot back towards his bedroom to get ready. "Yeah, yeah," he calls behind him.
Eight minutes later - because he has no doubt that Remi has been counting - Ronin emerges clean and dressed, and it's only as he laces his boots and shrugs into his jacket that he realises the sweater situation. "Not that I mind at all," he says, nodding at the garment "but I feel like Dr. Lockwood is going to have a few questions about that if she sees you wearing it." Not because it belongs to Ronin, but because there's still dry blood flecked all over it.
Eight minutes later - because he has no doubt that Remi has been counting - Ronin emerges clean and dressed, and it's only as he laces his boots and shrugs into his jacket that he realises the sweater situation. "Not that I mind at all," he says, nodding at the garment "but I feel like Dr. Lockwood is going to have a few questions about that if she sees you wearing it." Not because it belongs to Ronin, but because there's still dry blood flecked all over it.
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
