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

It is a weird way of looking at it, but framing it as penance somehow makes the entire thing more bearable. Until the door is opened, of course. "Did you...." There are roses on Remi's cheeks now as he glances worriedly at the other man. "Gesù Cristo, cosa hai trovato?" He wants to know, but whether or not he realizes he hasn't asked this in English is unclear. Hobbling inside, Amadeus (for once), slides off of the sofa and ambles his way over. HIs head conveniently is right at hand height, and it's with the absolute certainty of a dog that he places his skull under Remi's fingers expecting a fuss. None comes, and impatiently the wolfhound huffs something under his breath that's halfway between a yawn and a growl.

'Did you...' Remi repeats again, in the right language. His eyes flash to the dresser, the drawers neatly closed. The freshly made bed with fucking army corners. "...I just asked you to feed my dog." He manages at last, and though the accusation in his voice is weak, it's there just the same.

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!