cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

"The monastery connotations," Ronin repeats, pulling a face that, had he had a regular Irish upbringing, would likely be loaded with Catholic guilt. As it stands, he's clearly just a little grossed out. "She'll have you wearing a cassock or a crucifix before long," he warns, happily locking out the rest of the world and, like Remi, feeling suddenly as though he's able to breathe again.

There's a reason, after all, that his apartment is everything-proof, and now that the wendigo has met Morgan and all the things she's capable of making Ronin do, hopefully he understands why. As for the coffee, the hunter winces under the weight of Remi's gaze and shrugs his shoulders. "I mean, I could show you, but I feel as though you wouldn't like it. What if you just... you can do it, and I'll sit and watch very closely?"

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!