Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Pulling on the rest of his clothes as Remi does the same, Ronin can't help but scoff to him affectionately. "Not death," he says with a shake of his head. "But definitely going off to war." Neither of them can deny that, not with Grimm lurking in wait (presumably) for his return. At the idea of going out tomorrow, the hunter brightens as well and nods. "As long as you're able to, I'll make it happen," he says.
For now, though, having pulled his shoes on, Ronin very reluctantly heads towards his door, smiling over his shoulder to Remi. "Remember," he murmurs, "you need to look as delicate and unwell as you did when we left the complex, if not even more so. I'll do my best to seem concerned." Which he is, but... not for the reasons they'll think.
For now, though, having pulled his shoes on, Ronin very reluctantly heads towards his door, smiling over his shoulder to Remi. "Remember," he murmurs, "you need to look as delicate and unwell as you did when we left the complex, if not even more so. I'll do my best to seem concerned." Which he is, but... not for the reasons they'll think.
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
