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
"I did yeah, so you should have known better than to think I'd ghost you." He retorts, brows furrowing. "I haven't had the pleasure." Remi all but snarls. "But you have, and you've stuck around, so—" Oh, but then Ronin is really laying into him and fuck if the anger in his voice didn't brilliantly bring out the blue of his eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry, what were we supposed to talk about? Most of the time you're already shit-faced by the time we make it back to mine, or you're immediately two shots in when I come to yours. When you aren't, you're stuffing your face with garbage, so fucking forgive me for at least wanting the food to be good when the company isn't."
Running his tongue along the bottom of his teeth as if he might lacerate it right then and there and save them both the rest of what he's about to say, sadly this iteration of Remi does not have shark-like teeth with which to sever his tongue. 'Well you're a real fucking hero. Do you want me to get out my feelings journal? Because last time you started reading the shit I wrote down, you just snarked about it. Never mind the shit I write down and sing—!" Because now that he thinks about it, he wrote a goddamn song for Irish and the man just said it was his best. Not like, objectively good, just better than the other shit he wrote.
Again Remi has the urge to bite down on his tongue. Or maybe he could punch Ronin in the face. They were in a hospital, it probably wouldn't be that bad. Remi wasn't in a state to do much damage. "Che cazzo c'è che non va in te? Che cazzo c'è che non va in me per averti sopportato? E cazzo perché devi sembrare così?" The monitor beeps as Remi's cheeks flush a worrying shade of pink. "Perché mi manca il sapore della tua bocca?" And on the end of that, Remi leans forward to roughly kiss the man tearing his personality apart.
"Oh I'm sorry, what were we supposed to talk about? Most of the time you're already shit-faced by the time we make it back to mine, or you're immediately two shots in when I come to yours. When you aren't, you're stuffing your face with garbage, so fucking forgive me for at least wanting the food to be good when the company isn't."
Running his tongue along the bottom of his teeth as if he might lacerate it right then and there and save them both the rest of what he's about to say, sadly this iteration of Remi does not have shark-like teeth with which to sever his tongue. 'Well you're a real fucking hero. Do you want me to get out my feelings journal? Because last time you started reading the shit I wrote down, you just snarked about it. Never mind the shit I write down and sing—!" Because now that he thinks about it, he wrote a goddamn song for Irish and the man just said it was his best. Not like, objectively good, just better than the other shit he wrote.
Again Remi has the urge to bite down on his tongue. Or maybe he could punch Ronin in the face. They were in a hospital, it probably wouldn't be that bad. Remi wasn't in a state to do much damage. "Che cazzo c'è che non va in te? Che cazzo c'è che non va in me per averti sopportato? E cazzo perché devi sembrare così?" The monitor beeps as Remi's cheeks flush a worrying shade of pink. "Perché mi manca il sapore della tua bocca?" And on the end of that, Remi leans forward to roughly kiss the man tearing his personality apart.
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.
