cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

As if realizing that Ronin's suggestion might actually be possible, Remi leans forward slightly before glancing up toward the window. "We could get drunk." He whispers in earnest now, very much doubting that Isla, friend or not, would sign off on an experiment based on testing the wendigo's alcohol tolerance.

Reaching out dubiously for the croissant, Remi pulls it toward his nose and sniffs experimentally. Though it was neither flaky nor buttery, the wendigo devoured it just under three bites, before wiping away the crumbs lingering on his lips with the back of one hand. Never before had average coffee and doughy croissants tasted better.

Putting a hand just below his throat as the balls of dough he'd swallowed down painfully lodged themselves there, the wendigo blinked a few times as he tried to inhale before realizing that he couldn't. Giving Ronin a rather shocked look, he pointed several times at his throat as his eyes continued to widen.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!