Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Because, based on your strength, I've got a decent hunch that a ceramic hotdog would shatter inside you like a lightbulb," Ronin says, reasonably he thinks. "And before you joke's on you I'm into that shit all over it, I'd still probably have to take you down to the medical wing to get all those sharp pieces removed. And honestly I'd rather do something else with my evening."
Despite talking about makeshift hotdog dildos much more than he intended to, the prospect of bunk beds in their imaginary VW camper does have Ronin grinning, and he nods. "You would be correct. There's a reason I used to ride a motorcycle. We'll probably have to take it in turns driving, for the safety of the van."
Never has he ever had the wendigo flap a hand at him before, and it's with a shit eating grin that Ronin allows himself to be ushered out of the kitchen. "Fine, fine," he drawls. "I'll go and put my shopping away." So saying, he'll leave the wendigo to wendido whatever he wants, leaving his bedroom door open but remaining safely out of sight of the surprise.
Despite talking about makeshift hotdog dildos much more than he intended to, the prospect of bunk beds in their imaginary VW camper does have Ronin grinning, and he nods. "You would be correct. There's a reason I used to ride a motorcycle. We'll probably have to take it in turns driving, for the safety of the van."
Never has he ever had the wendigo flap a hand at him before, and it's with a shit eating grin that Ronin allows himself to be ushered out of the kitchen. "Fine, fine," he drawls. "I'll go and put my shopping away." So saying, he'll leave the wendigo to wendido whatever he wants, leaving his bedroom door open but remaining safely out of sight of the surprise.
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
