Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Things certainly had been going on at the medical wing, such that even Ronin had been restlessly waiting for the chance to actually see his friend for days now. (You know, since they'd been planning this whole go to the liquor store thing for what felt like forever). His shoulders relax automatically to see Remi appear without any new signs of injury, exaggerated, psychological or otherwise, and Ronin signs him out swiftly so they might begin walking towards the tunnels.
"How are you?" he blurts once they're far enough away that he might safely unleash the wendigo without raising suspicion. "And how is Isla? They said she was off sick." He didn't know the scientist took sick days, assuming that perhaps someone had intervened in her project to make her disappear for a time. But gods, honestly it's just good to see Remi again; he's not to know, of course, that the other man's affections now lay elsewhere.
"How are you?" he blurts once they're far enough away that he might safely unleash the wendigo without raising suspicion. "And how is Isla? They said she was off sick." He didn't know the scientist took sick days, assuming that perhaps someone had intervened in her project to make her disappear for a time. But gods, honestly it's just good to see Remi again; he's not to know, of course, that the other man's affections now lay elsewhere.
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
