it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
Left standing in the wake of the staticy pop! of a disembodied woman's voice and blinking at the intercom as if it might have anything to say in response to his hey what the fuck expression, Ronin is about to reach out to press the buzzer again when the door jolts open beside him. Flinching and doing his best to hide it, he almost expects Remi to be right there and, when he's faced with an unknown couple instead, he's got little more to offer than the smile plastered across his face.
They leave, and his foot moves casually enough to catch against the door before it shuts again; once the couple are properly out of sight - and he pretends to have a conversation with someone who never properly answered the intercom for posterity - Ronin finally slips inside. Rolling his shoulders - suddenly it's cold and he doesn't know why - and peering at the directory, he wastes little time in heading up to lucky number 17.
"God, please just let your phone be broken," he mutters as he takes the stairs two at a time. Finding an actual dead body isn't and never has been on his bucket list, and besides, Ronin imagines it's a lot different when the body is someone you'd met.
Emerging from the stairwell and clearing his throat, he quickly locates Remi's apartment door and paints on his more cheerful and charming expression, reaching out to rap brightly upon it with his knuckles.
They leave, and his foot moves casually enough to catch against the door before it shuts again; once the couple are properly out of sight - and he pretends to have a conversation with someone who never properly answered the intercom for posterity - Ronin finally slips inside. Rolling his shoulders - suddenly it's cold and he doesn't know why - and peering at the directory, he wastes little time in heading up to lucky number 17.
"God, please just let your phone be broken," he mutters as he takes the stairs two at a time. Finding an actual dead body isn't and never has been on his bucket list, and besides, Ronin imagines it's a lot different when the body is someone you'd met.
Emerging from the stairwell and clearing his throat, he quickly locates Remi's apartment door and paints on his more cheerful and charming expression, reaching out to rap brightly upon it with his knuckles.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
