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
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
Remi's lips part slightly as Ronin's hands reach out for his hips. He's been to the gym often enough now that he's in better shape than 'generic-boy-body-shape', but certainly as a mechanic and ex-soldier, he doesn't hold a candle to Ronin. Still, his tattoos hide whatever he might be self-conscious about, bt he can't help the way he shivers a touch in this near-stranger's grip.
Sinking down, his shins coming to rest on the bed that he might sit astride Hallway, Remi looks down at the writing on his chest and shakes his head. "My mother's name." He corrects gently. In a similar vein of getting things wrong (though at least Remi is doing so knowingly), he lets his thumb graze over the pink snarl of flesh on Ronin's shoulder with a raise of his brow. "Old flame?"
Will they ruin this moment with talk of dead mothers and bullet wounds?
Sinking down, his shins coming to rest on the bed that he might sit astride Hallway, Remi looks down at the writing on his chest and shakes his head. "My mother's name." He corrects gently. In a similar vein of getting things wrong (though at least Remi is doing so knowingly), he lets his thumb graze over the pink snarl of flesh on Ronin's shoulder with a raise of his brow. "Old flame?"
Will they ruin this moment with talk of dead mothers and bullet wounds?
ThE RoCkStAr
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
