Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Oh, well if you insist. I'll make sure I'm flustered and I giggle whenever I'm checking you out of the medical wing to go hunting," Ronin says, his smile coming far too easily with the whiskey still coating his bones. And given their conversation so far and the unexpectedness of all of this, if Remi is being manipulated then so is he - and happily so, given how the other man shifts to gaze up at him.
"About two hours," he mumbles with a quick glance at the clock he knows Remi can't read all that well. "If you still plan on getting your hair cut, that is." Grinning, the expression fades into something altogether softer as he reaches out to snag Remi by the shirt collar, as if to coax him back up and onto the couch with him. "You just... tell me or show me what you want, and we'll work with it."
"About two hours," he mumbles with a quick glance at the clock he knows Remi can't read all that well. "If you still plan on getting your hair cut, that is." Grinning, the expression fades into something altogether softer as he reaches out to snag Remi by the shirt collar, as if to coax him back up and onto the couch with him. "You just... tell me or show me what you want, and we'll work with it."
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
