this madness of now

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Soon it would become clear that Remi hadn't been intending to Ronin back. It had been a rather unconscious gesture of got your back. Shifting rather inelegantly which left him kneeling in the sand, the alchemist stood behind Ronin. Knees covered in wet sand and curls sopping wet, nevertheless, the hardened look in the alchemist's eyes made him look formidable, if not intimidating.

Unbothered by either Remi or Ronin, the leader of this little rat pack merely grinned revealing poorly spaced yellowing teeth. Y'know. Fresh. Ain't from a'round here and like I says, we'd'ov noticed an octofucker on our beaches. Glancing from one to another as if sharing the same dirty and obvious thought, one from the back laughed. Bet you'd like a nice piece 'o wood to sit on, wot after all them tentacles. Reaching down a filthy hand he groped at the area between his legs, grabbing a hold of whatever was presumably there and kissing the air for good measure. Glancing towards Remi, he scoffed and nudged the man at his side. Wot? Got somefin' to say fer yourself there arms?

Now, Remi could have grabbed at the wood and brained each man holding a piece, with it. Ronin could have exploded the beach in starlight and just been done with it. But you know? Remi's hands suddenly itched to wipe off those filthy smiles the old fashioned way.

With a low chuckle, he nodded at the one who'd addressed him. "I just might. Come over here and I'll tell you all about it." Only he didn't wait for the man to come over, and instead strode purposefully across the sands (probably with Ronin doing the same) to reach out and aim a punch that would hopefully be nose-breakingly accurate.