Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Does it work like that?" Ronin wonders with a lopsided smile. "Say it a little louder so Isla can jot it down - I want to know if you become vaguely superhuman for a little while. Which, if you do, yes it's absolutely too early to arm wrestle." As for butterfly and penis rorschach tests, luckily (or unluckily, however you see it) Ronin has nothing of the sort, though he does pull a face as if wanting to ask why those two particular images dominated Remi's ink blots.
Coffee, at least, he has in abundance, and it's with a smile that tries very hard not to be awkward that he goes ahead and pours a measure into the flask cup, offering it out for Remi to try. "Oh, don't thank me yet," he says, seeming a little embarrassed if anything, even though he tries to smile through it. "You might think it's terrible. Which, if you do, I brought a bag of M&Ms as well, so at least the taste of chocolate should cancel it out."
Coffee, at least, he has in abundance, and it's with a smile that tries very hard not to be awkward that he goes ahead and pours a measure into the flask cup, offering it out for Remi to try. "Oh, don't thank me yet," he says, seeming a little embarrassed if anything, even though he tries to smile through it. "You might think it's terrible. Which, if you do, I brought a bag of M&Ms as well, so at least the taste of chocolate should cancel it out."
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
