Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"I know, sorry," Ronin says with an apologetic smile, letting out a soft breath of relief to know that he's found the other man and doesn't have to play guess-the-locker-room across the whole stadium. Setting down Remi's clothes on one of the benches, Ronin takes the liberty of digging around into lockers and cupboards and other storage areas. Humming a satisfied sigh as he finds what he's looking for - a towel - the hunter returns, running it under the water at one of the sinks to make it damp.
"Here." He offers it out to Remi so he can clean up a little if he wants, before sinking down onto the bench and rolling his shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asks, having wondered since the second he's seen the wendigo, but hedging his bets as to when to ask. "The other hunters have headed out - other jobs to do."
"Here." He offers it out to Remi so he can clean up a little if he wants, before sinking down onto the bench and rolling his shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asks, having wondered since the second he's seen the wendigo, but hedging his bets as to when to ask. "The other hunters have headed out - other jobs to do."
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
