October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
'Oh I see. So you really make your dreams dreams, then.' You tease, imagining Ronin somehow even more glorified and hero-like than he already was. Riding on a pink unicorn or something equally ridiculous.
"Pretty good, huh?" You say in the wake of his groan. You've stolen in here a few times to sleep on these beds when you have the forethought to. Most times you wake up covered in drool sprawled out on your desk, but on the off chance you actually plan to sleep at work, it's here you come. As his arm appears, you roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder. "On your back, if it isn't too much trouble." Pulling up the covers slightly to make his transition that much easier (and avoiding any tangling of the sheets), you fluff it down around him.
"Yeah, sure." You reply with a shrug, pulling open a drawer and pulling out all sorts of complicated and colour-coded wires. "I've never really been anywhere else." Your dark eyes flit from the wires to Ronin's face. "I'm not really allowed to leave." And then realizing how that sounds you hurridly add, "I'm sure I could, it's just all my work is here in the Tower. I think sometimes Stormbreak could be suddenly covered in glitter and I wouldn't know unless someone came in and told me." You laugh, but it's a touch melancholy, despite the brightness of your smile.
'What about you? How are you finding things so far?' Reaching down you begin to affix things to Ronin's temples, the muscles around his heart, and even on his fingertips.
"Pretty good, huh?" You say in the wake of his groan. You've stolen in here a few times to sleep on these beds when you have the forethought to. Most times you wake up covered in drool sprawled out on your desk, but on the off chance you actually plan to sleep at work, it's here you come. As his arm appears, you roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder. "On your back, if it isn't too much trouble." Pulling up the covers slightly to make his transition that much easier (and avoiding any tangling of the sheets), you fluff it down around him.
"Yeah, sure." You reply with a shrug, pulling open a drawer and pulling out all sorts of complicated and colour-coded wires. "I've never really been anywhere else." Your dark eyes flit from the wires to Ronin's face. "I'm not really allowed to leave." And then realizing how that sounds you hurridly add, "I'm sure I could, it's just all my work is here in the Tower. I think sometimes Stormbreak could be suddenly covered in glitter and I wouldn't know unless someone came in and told me." You laugh, but it's a touch melancholy, despite the brightness of your smile.
'What about you? How are you finding things so far?' Reaching down you begin to affix things to Ronin's temples, the muscles around his heart, and even on his fingertips.
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
