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
Glancing up from his screen with his lips parted, Remi's eyes narrow a fraction as he tries to gauge just how full of shit Ronin is. It can't be so much though, as his eyes are still the bluest things Remi thinks he's ever seen, but he can't help thinking it's ridiculous. "Sorry, it's just...No offence, but if I hadn't seen these paintings myself, I'd not believe a word of that. Well," Remi grins. "I'd believe the didn't make it past a year, part." He adds with a small laugh. "Why'd you stop?" Remi nods his head toward where multiple easels sit full of paintings. "You're really good."
The army, idiot, a small voice suggests.
Rolling his eyes at both himself and the image of Ronin standing at the front of a crowd, the musician can't help but snort under his breath. "If you stand at the front I'll never see you again. It's mostly women, who come. They'll take one look at your biking leathers and blue eyes, smell the paint and broodiness on you, and that'll be that."
The army, idiot, a small voice suggests.
Rolling his eyes at both himself and the image of Ronin standing at the front of a crowd, the musician can't help but snort under his breath. "If you stand at the front I'll never see you again. It's mostly women, who come. They'll take one look at your biking leathers and blue eyes, smell the paint and broodiness on you, and that'll be that."
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.
