Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Not wanting to point out that he was, in fact, Irish and not British, Ronin instead contents himself with trying to keep Remi in his line of sight and feeling relieved that the wendigo hasn't found some bleeding homeless person to chomp down on. "Oh, secrets huh?" He raises his eyebrows, before glancing rather obviously to the coffee vendor as if that might not be the biggest hint in the world.
Still, seeing Remi excited about something has Ronin feeling all kinds of ways (dear diary, today my friend got to go shopping for the first time), and so he nods along to say he'll wait. As for the remainder of the money, though, it's with a scoff that the hunter selects the notes from Remi's hands and steps away to another one of the stalls. "I have just the thing," he says, and when he returns, it's with a small, handpainted piggybank. "Put the coins in there," he says.
Still, seeing Remi excited about something has Ronin feeling all kinds of ways (dear diary, today my friend got to go shopping for the first time), and so he nods along to say he'll wait. As for the remainder of the money, though, it's with a scoff that the hunter selects the notes from Remi's hands and steps away to another one of the stalls. "I have just the thing," he says, and when he returns, it's with a small, handpainted piggybank. "Put the coins in there," he says.
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
