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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
'And you care, why?' Remi replies with all the characteristic defensiveness of a junkie before he can stop himself. He doesn't want to know the answer to that question, not here and now, anyway. But then Ronin is filling in some of the details which smooth down Remi's hackles even if they don't lower the number on the heart rate monitor. "I just had a bad night, that's all. It wasn't...like a cry for help, or anything like that." Remi adds with a shrug, like almost dying was something you could just shrug off. It's no big deal, so long as I have people to check and make sure I haven't died. And I do, so you know, fuck off about it. "No, I get it. Sorry to hear about your friends." Remi mumbles, feeling suddenly worse than he had the day before when he'd finally woken up.
"Ha." Remi laughs under his breath trying not to lean into Hallway's hand. "I know you. I think you'd like if someone like her were to yell at you." The musician adds crookedly. Rising to his feet unsteadily, he takes a lunging step toward the window to grip the frame with pale and shaking fingers. His tattoos looked almost fresh by comparison, given how ghost-white he currently was.
"Ha." Remi laughs under his breath trying not to lean into Hallway's hand. "I know you. I think you'd like if someone like her were to yell at you." The musician adds crookedly. Rising to his feet unsteadily, he takes a lunging step toward the window to grip the frame with pale and shaking fingers. His tattoos looked almost fresh by comparison, given how ghost-white he currently was.
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.
