Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Interesting," Ronin murmurs. "I used to have a bike, myself. Wish I'd known about you being a mechanic before I had to scrap it. We could have been cruising around topside, slashing monsters and shit." He smiles - wouldn't that be a thing, huh? "I still did this, though. Think I'm probably one of the only Hunters here who's been born and bred into it. More or less, anyway."
As for when he's back out, Ronin shrugs his good shoulder. "They won't let me out with one good arm and shit hearing," he says. "So a few weeks I guess. No hearing aids though, sorry. They got better things to do with their technology, apparently. Just gotta learn to lip read. Maybe we can practice through windows, but you gotta promise not to insult me more than three times in a row."
As for when he's back out, Ronin shrugs his good shoulder. "They won't let me out with one good arm and shit hearing," he says. "So a few weeks I guess. No hearing aids though, sorry. They got better things to do with their technology, apparently. Just gotta learn to lip read. Maybe we can practice through windows, but you gotta promise not to insult me more than three times in a row."
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
