a blank piece of paper

i'm not the man they think i am at home

Preferring Ronin's doodles to the conversation they're having, Remi presses one of his fingertips past his lips and against a tooth that has grown extremely sharp. Puncturing the skin, the Lullaby reaches over and smears the dinosaur with blood.

'You say that like I wouldn't be able to take them all on at once.' Remi calls over his shoulder and Ronin silences the kettle. 'Wessex is the only one I would have to worry about.' What were the likes of Isla and Varus going to do? Needle him? Oh, but Isla...she actually could kill him. The thought occurs to him slowly, freezing whatever warmth Ronin's touch had managed to inject.

"So then...I just tell them that the easy way is trading a shift for their fluid, and the hard way is..." The hard way was just being himself, he supposed.