whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

Now it's Remi's turn to look saintly and humble as he graciously lowers his chin to accept Ronin's kind words. Which is probably for the best because he can't—and he knows this for absolute certain—take another second of Ronin's blue eyes. Not without needing to feel the crash of his lips again.

"Oh, you can—" But Ronin is already on his feet, ruining the romantic moment Remi was setting up in his mind; they sit together on the bench as Remi plays, Ronin you know..hopelessly swooning and telling him what an amazing musician he is.

"Mm?" Glancing over his shoulder as he sits down at the bench, Remi blushes yet again as he turns his gaze back toward the familiar landscape of the piano. "Oh, yeah. Insert a joke here about the things I can do with my tongue." Scrunching his eyes close that he might silently wince at himself, Remi exhales. This, he knows, he can do.

And if Hallway hates it? Well. At least he's hating Remi's real music this time.

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Remoodle plays this.

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