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

Ronin turns, and were it not for the massive amount of plastic between them, Remi's breath might have been entirely stolen thanks to the proximity of that scruffy jaw-line and those blue eyes he couldn't get enough of. Instead it felt a bit like he was an astronaut, able to see almost nothing at all, and hearing only the loud sounds of Ronin breathing.

"Much better." Remi agrees with audible relief. "It was starting to sound a bit like the background music from a horror film, with all your loud breathing." Grinning, not that Ronin can see, Remi reaches up to adjust the settings some more. "Ready as I'll ever be, so they say." Pulling in a breath, Remi can't help but laugh to himself. "So..this is where I wrap my arms around you and try not to make things too awkward." He narrates, sliding his hands around Hallway's sides, realizing he couldn't quite link his fingers together, thus being forced to curve them around Ronin's sides. It fills him with butterflies that he can't fully blame on the fact he's mildly terrified.

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