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

Just as Remi is starting to think that Ronin all of a sudden looks like the type of man who stands in his kitchen every morning, mid-thirties with a cup of coffee and a honey-do list a mile lone, he asks a question that has Remi turning away and fixing his gaze blankly on the wall. Words rearrange his jaw, and he has to consciously stop himself from scratching at the bandage just below his elbow from where the needle had tore a hole in his skin. "Does it matter?" He asks coolly, sounding and feeling hurt and seen.

"Thank fuck for you." Remi sighs as the tables turn once again. Pulling the blanket over his knees and reaching out for one of the metal poles attached to a machine that did who knew what (Isla, that's who), the musician braces himself against it in an effort to heave his feet onto the ground. "Feels like I'm made of sand. Mio dio." He mumbles, already breathless and dying for a cigarette all the more.

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!