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

"That right there? That is why I would not like you more." Remi points out with a huff. Though he might have his head in the clouds most of the time and the lyrics he writes might border on philosophical sounding, the musician has ever been turned off by that sort of pungent intellect.

"Not gay, but you noticed the type of shirt he was wearing and how he had styled his hair?" Remi tilts his head skeptically to the side, letting the silence do the talking for him. 'So that's why he went. Why did you?' His feelings are only still slightly raw that Ronin walked out during what was arguably the best part of his show.

'Well, it was three. I'm down to two.' Pulling out two plates and frowning at them—okay Ikea—Remi washes and dries his hands before plating their food. Included in the bag are spices to be added on top, and a small container of hot sauce that Remi generously sprinkles onto the meat. 'Voila. Qui abbiamo un classico panino con le polpette, fatto con bisonte, pane appena sfornato e il miglior formaggio che tu abbia mai assaggiato.' Remi rambles this off sounding both musical and pleased, as he hands Ronin his plate.

'Buon appetito.'

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