cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

"Hey," Ronin scowls, his good hand coming up to smoosh at his ears. "We're not even trying to lip read and here come the insults." Huffing out a sigh, he gets comfortable again in his chair. "Anyway, when everything got all..." Rolling his wrist as if to gesture to all of this, "I'd already been tracking down nasties for a while. When Undertown became a thing, suddenly I had to apply for the job I was already doing."

Snorting, he picks at a loose thread on his blanket. "That's why I get all the extras from the shit we kill, though. Got a godmother who likes to get a cut." And a lot of the stuff is hella useful, though he's not going to go into that with Remi right now. "C'mon, then. What about you?"

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!