it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Oh, absolutely both," Ronin says with mock seriousness, snagging at another fry as if it's an addiction now that he has zero interest in kicking. "It means that no one else can spread rumours about my untimely demise. Only me." He winks, but the amusement fades a touch from his expression as if to suggest that perhaps there had been a few problems in the past which had led to the verification of his account in the first place.
Raising the fry in a toast as if to say exactly that, clearly Ronin is all about prematurely checking himself out of hospital if it means going grocery shopping for rocksalt and eating burgers with phallic innuendos for names. Setting his empty drink down a few moments later when it becomes clear that the diner has done its job and done it well, he snorts in response to Remi's quip and glances out the window, where the sky is already turning pink with the start of sunset.
"...I guess it would be unnecessarily creepy to pick it up in the dark." He scrunches his nose. "As long as you wouldn't mind?" The other man is the one having to act as his chauffer, after all.
Raising the fry in a toast as if to say exactly that, clearly Ronin is all about prematurely checking himself out of hospital if it means going grocery shopping for rocksalt and eating burgers with phallic innuendos for names. Setting his empty drink down a few moments later when it becomes clear that the diner has done its job and done it well, he snorts in response to Remi's quip and glances out the window, where the sky is already turning pink with the start of sunset.
"...I guess it would be unnecessarily creepy to pick it up in the dark." He scrunches his nose. "As long as you wouldn't mind?" The other man is the one having to act as his chauffer, after all.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
