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

"No, I don't think I will." Remi says just like in that meme, before grinning and looking around. "Ah yeah. You can really tell that they have the budget now." He murmurs; given what a shithole absolutely everything was, he didn't really think he needed to make the point any more emphatically than he had.

Something in the way Ronin was able to scarfle down his breakfast, wipe his mouth free of ketchup and somehow maintain their conversation, Remi found infinitely endearing. If it wasn't for the horrific smell of egg and bacon, the wendigo might have said as much. 'Oh?' Intrigued, by how the apothecary could accidentally have the things Ronin needed, Remi followed him inside while trying to maintain as low of a profile as he could. Sadly, with his too-pale eyes and unfashionable trenchcoat, he sticks out like a sore thumb, though within the darkened shop, no one seems to be paying attention to much of anything save for their purchases.

Trying not to immediately gag on the heavily perfumed air, Remi doesn't have to hold his breath so much as he just blocks his nostrils with one hand. In one corner a woman is lighting several candles, which has the wendigo shying nervously away and earning a rather uncharitable look from said woman who frowns in his direction.

"Is this one of those places where you touch a certain tile or do a little wave and you get taken into a backroom, or..." Remi whispers, as he comes to lurk stand silently behind Ronin.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!