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

"Spoken like a true Brit." Remi counters with a roll of his eyes, subtly suggesting that the UK had something to do with the avocado-on-toast phenomenon. Who knows, they might have.  'We can definitely agree on that. I am not much of a fighter, especially not against someone who was in the Army." His eyes very much want to emphasize that statement by raking them down Ronin's body, but he manages. Just.

"Well of course I didn't. If you were in a band I would have had your number already from the People-In-Bands group chat." Remi returns, and honestly? There probably was such a chat, he just wasn't famous enough for it yet.

Holding up both hands and gesturing around his apartment, he does his best to look both flabbergasted and offended. "Ti farò sapere che non sto parlando a me stesso, ma canto a me stesso. E Amadeus laggiù è bilingue, e la maggior parte delle conversazioni in cui ho fatto finta di preoccuparmi di ciò che un ventenne pensa della mia musica." And like any Italian being dramatic, Remi's voice speeds up to nearly incomprehensible levels by the time he's finished speaking, at which point he pulls in a breath and adds: "Yeah, you guessed it. That is the lie."

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