[se] fresh eyes & sticky fingers

These are the last blues we're ever gonna have

"Oh, I can make it a lot harder than this." Remi grumbles back, tilting his chin over his shoulder just enough to catch a glimpse of a stumbled jawline and sharp blue eyes. Rather than letting his knees go weak, instead the Bastion drags his feet such that Ronin will have to manhandle him into the alley if that's where he wants them to go. "I do not believe I was anywhere near your pockets." He adds, before silently wondering if he had reached in, just what he might have found.

Taking a stumbling step forward before brushing himself off as if something about Ronin station might be catching, Remi combs his fingers through his curls and turns, palms up. "Like I said, I do not have anything." InKWeLl

Glancing "nervously" up the alley, Remi swallows and returns his gaze to the soldier. "Is this where you bloody my nose so you can run back to command and show them what a good job you have done of kicking the commoners around? Or..." Taking a step forward, the look on Remi's face is now cautiously confident. "..is there maybe some other way of working this out? Something you blue blood boys are told not to want...?"

the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left