Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"You, an Italian child, know that it's a British book about moles," Ronin points out dryly, despite the fact that the blurb for the book and at least a few of the pages would have been quite legible for Remi to read. Thanking the merchant while the wendigo checks that his singular purchase is in order, Ronin is about to suggest they go to spend their money on something that isn't a set of dildos to decorate the window sills of his apartment, when quite suddenly Remi is focused.
"What is it, boy? Did little Timmy fall down the well?" Ronin grins, but the sudden and eerie way his friend melts through the crowd has him suddenly on edge; whether it's because there's danger in store or because Remi has lost all self-control, the hunter isn't sure. Needless to say, when he catches up to the wendigo to find him at a coffee stand of all places, Ronin can only stand by and watch.
"Are you having fun?" he asks.
"What is it, boy? Did little Timmy fall down the well?" Ronin grins, but the sudden and eerie way his friend melts through the crowd has him suddenly on edge; whether it's because there's danger in store or because Remi has lost all self-control, the hunter isn't sure. Needless to say, when he catches up to the wendigo to find him at a coffee stand of all places, Ronin can only stand by and watch.
"Are you having fun?" he asks.
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
