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

"The clarin—" Remi stifles a laugh against Ronin's shoulder. "A late bloomer then. When it comes to wooden instruments in your mouth." He says, because of course he does. Ronin turns the romcom dial up a notch as he takes Remi's hand, but the musician can only roll his eyes. Soon enough Ronin would find that Remi had exceptionally thin skin when it came to his music, but for now calloused hands and blue eyes were enough to keep his dark thoughts from descending. "As I have said so many times, you're a real prince."

Biting the inside of his cheek, Remi tries for a casual shrug and fails spectacularly given how his smile gets the best of him. "Oh, I was planning something alright." The something turned out to be paints bought specifically for wood surfaces, that the mechanic might paint on one of Remi's guitars, in front of a fireplace or the sunrise perhaps. 'Well...' Glancing over his shoulder where Ama was keeping his eyes tightly closed (on purpose, probably), Remi just rolls his eyes. "I'd prefer the bed. If we're just going to be flipping through the Netflix menu until food is here, I would at least like to be laying down."

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!