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

'Guess that makes me the big spoon then, mm?' Remi wonders, already trying to imagine how he might fall asleep while simultaneously grappling Ronin at the same time. 'Okay fancy.' Remi remarks with a grin. "Hopefully there isn't a next time like this, but if you ever need, the building has a laundry room, just off of the main entrance. There's no..." Wafting the smell up to his nose, Remi frowns, unable to pinpoint it. "Vanilla? Flowers? But there are bounce sheets. They smelly like RaInY DaYs if the box is to be believed." Which it wasn't.

Remi's body feels like it's been put through the dirty cycle on the washer and then been left to dry during a hurricane. He's stiff and tense everywhere and though his bed is nothing special, right now it feels like a fucking cloud. "Well that must mean it's about to ring." The musician hums, tilting his head toward Ronin and flashing him a smile. "Come here." Said in a much softer voice, Remi inclines his head that Ronin might settle against Remi, or that Remi might settle against Ronin. It doesn't matter to him, though suddenly he very much doesn't want the mechanic to be on the other side of the bed.

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!