It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
"You're making me wish I hadn't sent them away." Remi grumbles, locking the door behind them. The dog, thoroughly non-plussed, decides to go back to sleep leaving Ronin just the chair, bed, or piano bench for seating. 'Also, fuck you. Your options were this, or sleeping it off in the drunk tank." Were those his only options? "Besides, I'm living out my humble-rockstar beginnings, obviously. Have to stay relatable." Mhmm. That's why he lived like this.
"Drink?" It's rhetorical mostly given that Remi is already trying to find two cups. It's then that his phone rings, and seeing the name on the screen means he can't ignore it. Anytime he does, Vai ends up sending a hoard of hippies to check on him, and honestly, he just can't tonight. So with the phone held to his hear with his shoulder, Remi mixes the drinks and tries to convince the queen of the hemp squad that he's fine. "Ciao. Sì, no, è andata bene .... ok, è andata beNiSsImO... No, non posso, c'è qualcuno qui ... No, non così ... no ... chiamo tu domani. Lo so. Ti amo anch'io." Setting his phone down and shrugging out of his jacket, revealing his born to grill shirt, he returns holding out a glass for Ronin. There are fingerprints on it, it was probably last rinsed rather than washed, and holds something clear that smells earthy and strong.
"Cheers."
"Drink?" It's rhetorical mostly given that Remi is already trying to find two cups. It's then that his phone rings, and seeing the name on the screen means he can't ignore it. Anytime he does, Vai ends up sending a hoard of hippies to check on him, and honestly, he just can't tonight. So with the phone held to his hear with his shoulder, Remi mixes the drinks and tries to convince the queen of the hemp squad that he's fine. "Ciao. Sì, no, è andata bene .... ok, è andata beNiSsImO... No, non posso, c'è qualcuno qui ... No, non così ... no ... chiamo tu domani. Lo so. Ti amo anch'io." Setting his phone down and shrugging out of his jacket, revealing his born to grill shirt, he returns holding out a glass for Ronin. There are fingerprints on it, it was probably last rinsed rather than washed, and holds something clear that smells earthy and strong.
"Cheers."
ThE RoCkStAr
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.
