Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"I mean... I think so too," Ronin considers, about not being Kevin. He's very lucky, in fact, and for a moment the tension in him seems to have disappeared in lieu of a sunny smile up at the other man. Then Remi goes and slaps his hand out of the way and they're fighting again, albeit badly and with absolutely no clue as to why.
"If I hadn't put the couch here you'd have thrown us into the wall," he counters, his hands falling still as he realises the way the other man is trying to gesture with the same hand he's trying to fight with. Overwhelmed with Remi's Italian-ness in the moment, Ronin of course breaks down into a fit of laughter, leaving his hands pathetically vulnerable.
"If I hadn't put the couch here you'd have thrown us into the wall," he counters, his hands falling still as he realises the way the other man is trying to gesture with the same hand he's trying to fight with. Overwhelmed with Remi's Italian-ness in the moment, Ronin of course breaks down into a fit of laughter, leaving his hands pathetically vulnerable.
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
