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

"I don't, no. But all I'd need to do is post a picture of the Inn's sign on Instagram and I'd be flooded with fans, so I have that as a backup. And surely you can't be worse than them."

Turning, Remi spins about as his ass is unceremoniously smacked, and he looks as pleased as offended. "Don't you start what you can't finish." He hisses menacingly, before boyishyl nudging past Ronin. The hallway air is decidedly cooler, and whatever growing warmth there had been beneath his legs is extinguished by the abrupt change in temperature.

"I'm easy." He calls over his shoulder, snorting under his breath at the unintentional double entendre. Rifling through his closet to tug on a shirt (this one with a row of birds on it that says nice tits. Closer inspection reveals each bird is indeed a type of tit), Remi holds out a shirt for Ronin. "Unless you prefer to put your dirty one back on?" He asks, waggling the garment. That one said "Why couldn't the pony speak?" on the front. On the back, it read: "He was a little horse".

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!