whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

'Only yours was tenderised in a good way." Remi chuckles in response, before feeling a cold wave of self-doubt slosh against his feet. "Right?" He wonders, turning so that his shoulders squarely faced Ronin so that he might flash the other man a crooked smile. "If? I'll have you know I'm an excellent travelling companion." He continues, huffing. 'You're going to be booking weekends away just to see what sort of snacks I bring." It's leading, and the jovial tone that Remi uses is a poor disguise for just how close to too much he's come. Not unlike Ronin though, the musician finds he both can't, and doesn't want to stop.

Grabbing the towel and ruffling it first through his curls before wrapping it around his waist, Remi rolls his eyes. "Maybe I can sit on them. That way they take up less room and it saves my ass." Saves it for other things, is what his smile says as he clears his throat, pawing at the fogged up mirror to reveal a hazy reflection of the two of them.

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!