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

"I'm not sure yet." Remi replies and were they not flying across the pavement, he might have dared a shrug against Ronin. "It's vai avanti. Facciamo ancora un po '." Though because of how the words roll off of his tongue, ancora-un-po' sound like one word. "You see? You Irish must have had an easy go of things way back when, to come up with such a slow language." He adds, his shit-eating grin more than audible. No, he doesn't know much of Ireland's history, but he knows enough to know that an easy-go-of-things it never was.

"Dear diary, today a handsome rockstar gave me a compliment. It was the best day ever. Love, Ronin." Remi's voice is high and narrative-sounding as he says this, before laughing. At first going for drinks sounds like an excellent idea, until Ronin dangles the latter suggestions like an afterthought. "Let's go back to yours. That way you can write in your diary while the ride is still fresh in your mind."

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