cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

Listen, it's not a file if it's whispered into a seashell and kept on one of Ronin's bookshelves in his bedroom, okay? Some fae things just didn't need writing down on paper. (Don't ever let Dunder Mifflin know). "I mean, I won't run and tell her that you have a crush on her," he says with a sly smile, continuing to sip at his coffee and apparently just getting used to the heat rather than waiting for it to cool. "She probably already knows."

Already seeming a touch more awake from the hit of caffeine and sugar, Ronin stretches his arms above his head, his back crackling happily as he sits up. "You could stitch a hole in the wendigo and hide some shit in a bag in it. They'd be looking forever for the source of the smell," he suggests. "But I like the dildo idea. Undertown being what it is, I have no doubt you'll be able to find what you're looking for. We can shop around too, see if we can find Grimm a sense of humour."

Finishing his coffee and rising to his feet, Ronin sets his mug on the side. "But first, I guess we better report in so you can get manhandled by your favourite doctor." And he can replace the tranquilisers they definitely broke by accident. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready to head out."

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!