Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Having seen the show enough times to be able to watch it without really watching it, as Ronin chills his cheek and sips his whiskey, his entertainment is coming mostly from Remi's reaction. Even the suitably Italian disdain is endearing, and the hunter chuckles to himself as he splits his time between watching the TV and watching Remi. "If they didn't need all those people, why do they all still have jobs?" he asks, probably just to make it worse.
Alas, all things must eventually come to an end, and as they finish one episode and drift into the next, Ronin's glass is empty and his brain feels appropriately fuzzy enough to head to bed. "Stay up as long as you want," he tells the wendigo as he rises to his feet and stretches. "But we mortals need to go and catch some z's. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"
Alas, all things must eventually come to an end, and as they finish one episode and drift into the next, Ronin's glass is empty and his brain feels appropriately fuzzy enough to head to bed. "Stay up as long as you want," he tells the wendigo as he rises to his feet and stretches. "But we mortals need to go and catch some z's. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"
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
