Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Right, right. Surprises," Ronin nods while his expression says he's more likely shaking his head, but however Remi wants to play it is fine with him. By the time he's returned with the piggy bank, the coffee vendor has finished putting everything into a bag for the wendigo and since Remi has started to buffer again in a way he's slowly getting used to, Ronin picks up said bag (without looking into it, of course).
Not expecting the thanks - and even his Irish ass can discern that much of the Italian language - the hunter starts to smile before it abruptly melts away again. He wants to apologise, but even that doesn't seem right, and so he nods for them to keep walking instead. "Were you saving up for anything nice with it?" he wonders casually.
Not expecting the thanks - and even his Irish ass can discern that much of the Italian language - the hunter starts to smile before it abruptly melts away again. He wants to apologise, but even that doesn't seem right, and so he nods for them to keep walking instead. "Were you saving up for anything nice with it?" he wonders casually.
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
