Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Oh, at least 3 minutes," Ronin says, as if Remi is far below par in that regard; quite when their joking developed into ribbing about sexual prowess he doesn't know, but honestly, it beats risking their lives and getting ripped to pieces by sirens and nuckelavee. "Ow, my feelings," he drawls, and he'd clap back with something about having tastebuds and being able to feel pleasure, but that feels like it might cut too close to the bone.
Apparently penis-enlargement pills and crying into one's pillow is fair game, though. "Oooh, you thought that was me?" He hisses in a breath through his teeth as he pays for the sweater. "I'm so sorry, I meant to tell you that you talk in your sleep." At least the merchant is getting entertainment from their comedic genius. Nodding at the sweaters, alpacas and all, Ronin wordlessly asks if his friend might like to do more shopping.
Apparently penis-enlargement pills and crying into one's pillow is fair game, though. "Oooh, you thought that was me?" He hisses in a breath through his teeth as he pays for the sweater. "I'm so sorry, I meant to tell you that you talk in your sleep." At least the merchant is getting entertainment from their comedic genius. Nodding at the sweaters, alpacas and all, Ronin wordlessly asks if his friend might like to do more shopping.
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
