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

Much as Remi wants little more than to drink in his companion for the evening (home before dawn, he was promised), art appreciates art. Knowing nothing other than what he likes, Remi is drawn to some of the more stark works, his fingers gently looking through a group of canvases leaned against a wall. "No, no. This might be New York, but I refuse to accept that you're both this handsome, this talented, and also a mechanic." Looking over his shoulder, he draws a triangle in the air. "Looks. Talent. Employed. Everyone knows you can only have two out of the three." Remi, for instance, was Looks, and Talent.

Grinning, Remi nods. "Yep." Ruffling a hand through his curls and wondering if he needed to specify no turpentine, he continues to look through Ronin's various pieces. "Have you heard of those nude art things they do downtown? Where you roll around on a canvas and whatnot?" Remi asks, not least of all because he's currently wondering if he'll find any nudes (of Ronin, preferably), while going through the various easels.

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