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 laughs and blushes both as his lips twist into a smile and his brows raise with consideration. 'We'd not have met in some club's backroom, though.' He points out, feeling yet more laughter building at the base of his throat. "No...it would be at some hopelessly boring party we were forced to attend, just to say we were there." Though he doesn't want to admit it, the idea of professorly-Ronin does do it for him more than cares to admit just now. Besides, biker-Ronin is doing it for him just fine.
Were it not for the way every ounce of amusement has faded from the musician to see Ronin's expression change so dramatically, he might have made a joke about how Ronin could abandon his post, and yet have stood by it. Biting his top and bottom lip together, Remi swallows hard. "I won't pretend I know much of what any of that means." He offers. "I know it isn't like in the movies, but...if this is the army version of "better to be hated for who you are.." " Remi trails off, the words already sounding stupid and superficial. "I'm sorry." It's strange, after having just having had sex with Ronin, to feel too awkward to reach over and touch him, but so it is.
'Oh, lots of things can.' Remi says with a shake of his head; the vibration in his pocket tells him that their food is close, but he ignores it for the moment. 'But busy texting? She must have been annoyed about it. She didn't really seem like the type who gets turned down often. ' Feeling something burn and shine in his chest, Remi clears his throat as he glances distractedly toward the door, trying to hide his blush.
Were it not for the way every ounce of amusement has faded from the musician to see Ronin's expression change so dramatically, he might have made a joke about how Ronin could abandon his post, and yet have stood by it. Biting his top and bottom lip together, Remi swallows hard. "I won't pretend I know much of what any of that means." He offers. "I know it isn't like in the movies, but...if this is the army version of "better to be hated for who you are.." " Remi trails off, the words already sounding stupid and superficial. "I'm sorry." It's strange, after having just having had sex with Ronin, to feel too awkward to reach over and touch him, but so it is.
'Oh, lots of things can.' Remi says with a shake of his head; the vibration in his pocket tells him that their food is close, but he ignores it for the moment. 'But busy texting? She must have been annoyed about it. She didn't really seem like the type who gets turned down often. ' Feeling something burn and shine in his chest, Remi clears his throat as he glances distractedly toward the door, trying to hide his blush.
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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.
