Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"You? An Italian? I don't believe it for a second," Ronin says warmly, clapping Remi on the shoulder once he's properly dressed for wandering around undertown and leading them down the winding lanes towards street level. "And that depends on the rehab I guess. And the jail." Where he currently is, it could be argued that the wendigo is experiencing both at the same time.
Not for the next four hours, though.
Having never seen Remi blush properly, Ronin doesn't immediately decide to latch onto it and sass his friend, but he does raise his eyebrows. "Not bad, in the scientific clutches of a white room? They've got you drinking the Kool-Aid," he drawls. "And you know me, I can't stay out of trouble. Which is why I'm taking you back to the Sunset. We're going to have a drink."
Not for the next four hours, though.
Having never seen Remi blush properly, Ronin doesn't immediately decide to latch onto it and sass his friend, but he does raise his eyebrows. "Not bad, in the scientific clutches of a white room? They've got you drinking the Kool-Aid," he drawls. "And you know me, I can't stay out of trouble. Which is why I'm taking you back to the Sunset. We're going to have a drink."
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
