Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
There's no chance, at least, of Ronin becoming irritable in any way of the chance for such easy affection, especially when it comes freely and without him needing to do anything degrading in return. Grinning to hear the other man's stomach contribute to the conversation, Ronin glances over his shoulder and reaches out to swat the alarm off as their snooze finally comes to an end. "Luckily for you, I doubt anyone would come through that door, wendigo or otherwise."
From having lived with the hunter, Remi will know that Ronin isn't the type for visitors. If he's going to be social, it's usually outside of his own private space - Remi aside, of course. Furrowing his brow to hear the wendigo continue, he does nod a little, giving his friend's hand a warm squeeze. "I mean, you can touch people as a wendigo though, right? I know it's not the same, but it doesn't have to be all or nothing." He hopes not, anyway.
From having lived with the hunter, Remi will know that Ronin isn't the type for visitors. If he's going to be social, it's usually outside of his own private space - Remi aside, of course. Furrowing his brow to hear the wendigo continue, he does nod a little, giving his friend's hand a warm squeeze. "I mean, you can touch people as a wendigo though, right? I know it's not the same, but it doesn't have to be all or nothing." He hopes not, anyway.
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
