Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Well, I figured you could give me a boost, or we could throw it?" Ronin says, tilting his head up at the observation window. "I should have gotten one of those extendable paint rollers, in retrospect..." Still, as Remi approaches, Ronin levers one of the lids off the paint cans (awkwardly, but he manages it) so the wendigo can observe for himself.
"If it's not exactly what you had in mind, you can blame us being in Undertown. They didn't exactly have colour swatches available," he says. He asked for green and grey and he's getting green and grey, come on. "Which one did you want as your fEaTuRe wall?" he asks. His voice seems strangely echoey, and while there isn't necessarily more space... there's a lack of guards. They're absolutely there, no doubt, just... not right in their faces.
"If it's not exactly what you had in mind, you can blame us being in Undertown. They didn't exactly have colour swatches available," he says. He asked for green and grey and he's getting green and grey, come on. "Which one did you want as your fEaTuRe wall?" he asks. His voice seems strangely echoey, and while there isn't necessarily more space... there's a lack of guards. They're absolutely there, no doubt, just... not right in their faces.
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
