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

Remi grins roguishly at that, swallowing down a backhanded compliment and instead just shrugs conciliatorily. Have I? Have I.

Chuckling at that, the musician rolls his shoulders. "Thanks for drawing to attention to that. Here I thought I might just be able to get away without having to say that I was just a bad student." Swiping at his phone that he might begin ordering them food, Remi leans casually against the back of Ronin's couch as if he'd been in the apartment a thousand times and had claimed this as his favourite resting place.

The smirk on his lips drops away at the question asked of him, though for a moment Remi doesn't look up. Finishing their order, he waits until it's confirmed before sliding his phone into his back pocket. Only then do his eyes raise. The weak smile he attempts doesn't last long, and distractedly Remi rubs at a bit of sleep still in the corner of one eye. "It..." His jaw feathers once as he bites at the inside of his cheek, one foot tapping on the ground. "...is exactly what I signed up for."

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