Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
And thus another memory is added to the bank of ridiculousness that details their friendship. Luckily for Remi, perhaps, they don't slap into the ground so much as they try to rugby tackle the couch, and Ronin can't tell if he's swearing or laughing or both. Either way he at least manages to turn them so they don't fully headbutt the furniture, Ronin ending up slumped into the sofa with the wendigo atop him like some Italian, whiskey scented blanket.
"You're lucky you're not heavy," he manages with laughter that's quickly getting out of control. "What the fuck was that?" Fighting to get Remi's too long hair out of his mouth and his knee out of an altogether more sensitive place, he swats at the other man's face and hands as if to wrestle him away. "Apologise to the couch!"
"You're lucky you're not heavy," he manages with laughter that's quickly getting out of control. "What the fuck was that?" Fighting to get Remi's too long hair out of his mouth and his knee out of an altogether more sensitive place, he swats at the other man's face and hands as if to wrestle him away. "Apologise to the couch!"
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
