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

Not on the bed. But in the bed? That would have been a good play. Remi wouldn't have the charm to back it up, but in the sitcom remake of what's currently happening, that's where the writers would have put it. Cue laughtrack.

Blanking just as much as Hallway apparently is, Remi's eyebrows inch together as he shakes his head. "You thought I was looking for a way out, and then kissed you..?" He wonders, not even able to manage playful sarcasm. "I know I am Italian, but it's kisses on the cheek that are for goodbye." Remi adds, torn between doing the whole rushing-across-the-room-to-kiss-him thing, and tending to their coffee. Doing neither, he ruffles a hand through his curls before folding his arms across his chest. "You said something about me finishing my song later...I guess that was a bad time to ask about what later entailed." He admits, thoroughly unbalanced by this strange twist; Ronin's fuck making his heart beat just that much faster.

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