Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Yeah, that showed you I bet," Ronin says, victorious in the fact that he's actually been able to shut the other man up and prevent further Italianity from spilling out into the air. (Italian insanity, do you like it?) And given that he'd been the kisser in this scenario, he feels none of the wendigo's confusion and uncertainty; instead, it's just a pleasant warmth in his limbs as he reaches that stage of drunk where touching everyone and connecting with his favourite people is just, like, the best, you know?
"Hey, get fucked, it wasn't that bad was it?" He scoffs in response to the confused noise that whines past Remi's lips eventually. "It was barely a peck on the lips. Don't you dare go telling me I'm a bad kisser over that." And then, because he might be in his cups but he's not a complete idiot, he does manage to smile gently up at Remi. "Sorry," he adds in a lower voice. "I don't know what I was thinking."
"Hey, get fucked, it wasn't that bad was it?" He scoffs in response to the confused noise that whines past Remi's lips eventually. "It was barely a peck on the lips. Don't you dare go telling me I'm a bad kisser over that." And then, because he might be in his cups but he's not a complete idiot, he does manage to smile gently up at Remi. "Sorry," he adds in a lower voice. "I don't know what I was thinking."
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
