cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

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

Surprised to see Remi suddenly on his feet, Ronin waves a hand after him as if belatedly realising he might have misunderstood. "Don't worry about it," he tells him. "It's not like anyone else is going to use the kitchen, right? Besides, it only seems right that you should enjoy the smell of coffee for as long as you can." For all that it had been a gift and a delight, Remi had still bought it for himself. (And Ronin is still proud, honestly).

"I usually keep the radio on," he points out, nodding at said radio at the end of the kitchen counter. "But that's a pretty good point. If only we weren't saving up for a VW camper, we could have gotten some headphones for you earlier." For now, no masturbating for you, Ronin.

Surprised but not to hear that the wendigo would be alright with a rest, the hunter nods and gets to his feet. "I bet," he says, smiling softly. "Remember to write it in your diary, yeah? And I guess I'll set an alarm for a few hours, and we can go and see what's ready for killing topside."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!