it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"My Irish charm, obviously," Ronin fires back, looking offended that Remi has even had to ask. Nepo baby or not, he's still comfortable in front of a camera in a way that a lot of those considered for the role had shied away from, and so he stands by his flavour in that arena. Granted, test audience reviews suggest that they particularly like Remi's more serious addition to the cast, so perhaps Ronin will be ousted before too long.
Wincing dramatically (and not entirely for show) as he finds himself clapped on the shoulder, Ronin smirks after Remi and tries not to let his thoughts linger too much on the sorts of greasy studs he might have encountered before now. Luckily there's food to order, and he's as serious about that as he is about not being haunted any more tonight.
Leaning against a pillar that has been designed and decorated to look like a screwdriver, he's just feeling like he might tip over when his ticket is called, and Ronin steels himself for the very important journey to their seats. "Mm?" Sidling into the booth opposite Remi and setting the tray down, he peers with curiosity at the video he's shown.
"Oh, are they?" One might have expected a primadonna meltdown at the criticism, but Ronin is smiling broadly as he listens to their last episode be categorically torn to pieces. "Send me the link?" he asks, pulling out his phone and bringing up his number for Remi - it's about time he had his details anyway.
Wincing dramatically (and not entirely for show) as he finds himself clapped on the shoulder, Ronin smirks after Remi and tries not to let his thoughts linger too much on the sorts of greasy studs he might have encountered before now. Luckily there's food to order, and he's as serious about that as he is about not being haunted any more tonight.
Leaning against a pillar that has been designed and decorated to look like a screwdriver, he's just feeling like he might tip over when his ticket is called, and Ronin steels himself for the very important journey to their seats. "Mm?" Sidling into the booth opposite Remi and setting the tray down, he peers with curiosity at the video he's shown.
"Oh, are they?" One might have expected a primadonna meltdown at the criticism, but Ronin is smiling broadly as he listens to their last episode be categorically torn to pieces. "Send me the link?" he asks, pulling out his phone and bringing up his number for Remi - it's about time he had his details anyway.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
