Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
The mention of a shop sparks something in Ronin's memory, though it's all kind of burning pain and blood back there from the docks. "That's right," he murmurs, "you said you were a mechanic, right? What'd you fix? Cars, bikes, that sort of stuff...?" Mildly sedated Ronin is apparently very chatty Ronin, which is probably exactly what Remi doesn't need. Alas.
"Mm, well, feelings don't really stop 'em from sending you out on missions," he points out and offers a lopsided smile. "When we do go, though, I'm gonna need you to speak up a bit." He lowers his voice to a stage whisper. "That siren song fucked my hearing up apparently. One on one is fine, but they say with a lot of background noise I'll be useless unless I learn to lip-read."
"Mm, well, feelings don't really stop 'em from sending you out on missions," he points out and offers a lopsided smile. "When we do go, though, I'm gonna need you to speak up a bit." He lowers his voice to a stage whisper. "That siren song fucked my hearing up apparently. One on one is fine, but they say with a lot of background noise I'll be useless unless I learn to lip-read."
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
