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

"I've ODd before." Remi replies tersely, feeling like an absolute asshole but not able to stop himself. "I know it had to be more than just cleaning the sheets." Or, cleaning was putting it mildly if he'd managed to stay in bed the entire time he'd been sick.

Pressing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose, Remi exhales, lets his hand fall, only to press it right back up against his eyes. "Gesù, made cazzo Cristo." He mumbles, breathing fast. "I need to sit down." Properly ashamed and full of the strangest love for Ronin for doing all of this for him that made him sick to his stomach, the musician flops down onto the couch followed quickly by Amadeus.

Say you're sorry, Ama's golden eyes suggest as the dog forces Remi's lap into a pillow. Closing his eyes, quivering with rage that's actually just guilt wrapped up into a more tolerable package, Remi tenses every muscle in his body for as long as he can, until finally he's simply too exhausted. "I'm going to say something really awful, but...can we talk? Like...cut through the bullshit, talk?" He asks, letting his hands drop between his knees (which actually is just the top of Ama's head), to glance at Hallway.

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!