whiskey, smoke and aces high

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

He loves it. Remi replies, sending a photo of the dog with the caption aMAIDeus. It's lucky no one is around to see what happens next, because the musician is twisting and turning his phone as if he might be able to see more of Ronin in the photo he's sent.

But then Remi has to figure out if he does want Ronin to come over. Well, he does obviously, but...Glancing over his shoulder and looking around, in the harsh light of day he's forced to wince. Was his flat that bad? There was literally writing on the walls and almost no furniture so...yeah. Yeah maybe it was.

Yeah sure. Who doesn't love a game of inanimate object hide 'n seek.

He presses send, and then he cleans. Not too much, but enough.
And then he waits. And looks at his phone. And waits some more.

Only Hallway hasn't even read his message yet, which is worse than being left on read, in some respects. Pacing around his apartment, Remi glances at the clock. If he hasn't replied in an hour, I'll just walk over.

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