RONIN
"I'm trying, but nothing's happening. You deal with it - must be your dream." None of that makes any sense whatsoever, and Ronin doesn't care. Remi kicks off the itchy blankets and he doesn't even care, more than happy to use his husband as all the covering he needs. Snorting at his next remark and grinning back, he peeps an eye open to gaze down at the Lullaby. "This is bonafide man smell, thank you," he mutters, cuddling Remi all the closer.
Still, as he glances around the room (squints, more like), it's a lot more actually grungy than he usually has it in their dreams. There's even the bit of paper pinned to the wall with a scribbed note from Ronin, to Ronin, telling him to get his shit together. "Uh..." he says slowly, trying to figure this out. It's difficult, with the fog in his brain, and it keeps telling him all the same weird shit. That Remi must be in Stormbreak.
Still, as he glances around the room (squints, more like), it's a lot more actually grungy than he usually has it in their dreams. There's even the bit of paper pinned to the wall with a scribbed note from Ronin, to Ronin, telling him to get his shit together. "Uh..." he says slowly, trying to figure this out. It's difficult, with the fog in his brain, and it keeps telling him all the same weird shit. That Remi must be in Stormbreak.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
