bandcamp
A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else
If it's me or if it's everybody else
'No, you don't—" Remi blurts before he can stop himself, his words cut off by the beep beep beep of the machine at his side. 188 bpm. That'd be his target heart rate, had he been working out. 'I mean, I don't want to keep you..' No, what he means is I've been thinking about you since I woke up, and thank fuck you're here, and not even because I'm bored out of my fucking mind.
"Uh, well I'm sure Isla would appreciate it. She's the one that called you." He explains. "My..fuck, I don't know where my keys are...though, you have the spare, right?" But if he did that, Hallway would find the apartment as Remi had inevitably left it (unless Isla had tidied up): vomit on his pillows from where he'd nearly choked. Sweat-soaked sheets dried to a lovely shade of piss-yellow. A broken needle somewhere on the floor.
"But, it's fine. Isla can do it. It's no big deal." It was, because she absolutely did not have the time, and heaven help the musician if his friend heard him say as much.
"Uh, well I'm sure Isla would appreciate it. She's the one that called you." He explains. "My..fuck, I don't know where my keys are...though, you have the spare, right?" But if he did that, Hallway would find the apartment as Remi had inevitably left it (unless Isla had tidied up): vomit on his pillows from where he'd nearly choked. Sweat-soaked sheets dried to a lovely shade of piss-yellow. A broken needle somewhere on the floor.
"But, it's fine. Isla can do it. It's no big deal." It was, because she absolutely did not have the time, and heaven help the musician if his friend heard him say as much.
we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
