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 meant the two parts of Ireland." Remi interjects.

Pulling in a breath to gather his strength, Remi leans on the arm farthest from Ronin that he might raise himself onto it. Sliding the other hand up above the other man's shoulder, the musician gently (as gently as he can with his weak muscles), drape himself across Ronin's body. "I'm saying that you jumped in through the window over there and you said he hardly even looked at you." Remi points out as he gazes down at Hallway mischievously. Never mind that his arms were shaking slightly, this was a view he very much wanted to take in.

Which is of course when the buzzer went.

"Ogni singola volta. Siamo nello show di Truman?" Remi wonders, huffing and flopping to the side that Ronin might go to the door. "Just know of all the things in this apartment you might throw at an intruder, the piano is the only one I really care about." On the couch, Amadeus let out a dog-fart of protest.

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!