Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Ronin opens his mouth to say something, decides better of it, reconsiders, and ultimately Kombucha Girl's about it all. "I was going to ask you to explain more, but I realised I really don't want to know. Not tonight, which is supposed to be your introduction to not everything-monsters-all-the-time." He smirks, shifting to the edge of the sofa to prepare to grab one of the box sets for them to watch.
"Oh I'm sure they'd look on us so leniently for that." He grins over his shoulder to Remi. "If we were going to go to the surface I'd say we just snuck out properly. But let's focus on undertown first - they'll be watching us closely enough just going out there."
As for what he recommends, Ronin is also a bit wide eyed to hear that Remi hasn't been privy to any recent-and-not-so pop culture, and that's almost as tragic as the rest of his existence. Almost, because torture still wins. "We're watching The Office," he decides, rising to his feet to feed the TV a disc. "You need something of a laugh, I feel."
"Oh I'm sure they'd look on us so leniently for that." He grins over his shoulder to Remi. "If we were going to go to the surface I'd say we just snuck out properly. But let's focus on undertown first - they'll be watching us closely enough just going out there."
As for what he recommends, Ronin is also a bit wide eyed to hear that Remi hasn't been privy to any recent-and-not-so pop culture, and that's almost as tragic as the rest of his existence. Almost, because torture still wins. "We're watching The Office," he decides, rising to his feet to feed the TV a disc. "You need something of a laugh, I feel."
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
