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

From the open window Ronin will hear the tinkle of piano keys as Remi lets his fingers putter about. He's not necessarily composing anything, but then, he's not not composing either. The vibration of his phone might not have stopped his playing were it not for the shamrock that appeared on its display. With a grin the musician reaches for his phone, pauses, frowns, and then grins again.

I've heard that one before

It was almost always Ronin's dick. Or a picture of a motorcycle. Very occasionally it was the mechanic out for a walk, set against some charming backdrop and looking effortlessly handsome. It was always those that stole Remi's breath away and made him feel both insanely jealous and mouthwateringly eager to see his BoyFriEnd as soon as possible.

Propping his phone on the music rest and waiting to see Ronin's genetalia in some form or another, Remi's fingers resume their march across the keys.

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!