I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
Remi leans forward across the table just enough to glimpse Ronin’s screen, typing his number in and filling out several of the contact form fields that most people choose to ignore. A moment later, Ronin’s phone pings with a link: Hasty Edits, “Haunted” Houses, and Horrible Timing!
"Catchy, isn’t it?" Remi mutters dryly, before frowning down at his burger like it might have something to say about it too. His appetite drains with each syllable echoing in his mind from the video. "They have to know it’s bullshit, right?" he grumbles, unwrapping a corner of his burger but not yet biting into it. "There’s no way they believe what they’re saying, and they definitely shouldn't be encouraging anyone to check out the property for themselves." He huffs out a breath and gestures vaguely at the phone between them.
He finally takes a small bite, chewing with the sort of pensive disapproval reserved for food that tastes fine but doesn't match his mood.
"Catchy, isn’t it?" Remi mutters dryly, before frowning down at his burger like it might have something to say about it too. His appetite drains with each syllable echoing in his mind from the video. "They have to know it’s bullshit, right?" he grumbles, unwrapping a corner of his burger but not yet biting into it. "There’s no way they believe what they’re saying, and they definitely shouldn't be encouraging anyone to check out the property for themselves." He huffs out a breath and gestures vaguely at the phone between them.
He finally takes a small bite, chewing with the sort of pensive disapproval reserved for food that tastes fine but doesn't match his mood.
but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
