Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Unlike the other man, it appears their afternoon spent together has only made Ronin more comfortable around Remi, but then again he isn't the one who has been without human touch for 6 years or more. (It's been a while, granted, but he's also not tortured on a daily basis, so...)
"It won't take that long to get back to the medical wing - if Isla is a good hairdresser, maybe she'll manage it. Or maybe you'll just get a fetching buzzcut," he says, grinning and reaching out to affectionately tousle Remi's curls. "Either that, or yeah, I guess she could. It's not like your hair turns to steel, right?"
Forgoing Remi's trenchcoat given that he'll only have to take it off again to go through the medical wing, it's with a hint of reluctance that Ronin heads for the door. "I guess we'd better go, then," he murmurs. "Let's try and make sure it's not another 6 years before we next do this?"
"It won't take that long to get back to the medical wing - if Isla is a good hairdresser, maybe she'll manage it. Or maybe you'll just get a fetching buzzcut," he says, grinning and reaching out to affectionately tousle Remi's curls. "Either that, or yeah, I guess she could. It's not like your hair turns to steel, right?"
Forgoing Remi's trenchcoat given that he'll only have to take it off again to go through the medical wing, it's with a hint of reluctance that Ronin heads for the door. "I guess we'd better go, then," he murmurs. "Let's try and make sure it's not another 6 years before we next do this?"
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
