Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Snapping the notebook shut - and he's very grateful not to be sassed at for taking steps not to be sassed at for burning his coffee, thank you Remi - Ronin reaches out to take the kettle off the stove as it starts to sing at them. He doesn't instantly hand it to the wendigo, having realised from watching the other man that he didn't always pour the water straight over the coffee, but he does leave it within reach.
"A BDSM coffee house? Damn, that's a missed opportunity," he murmurs with a crooked smile, shaking his head. "You know, I bet there are people out there who are into being cut up by monsters and bitten and all that. It was a kink before the monsters were real to everyone, after all." And he doesn't know how to feel about that, especially because the imagery is completed by a visual of Remi covered in blood and dressed as a priest.
"A BDSM coffee house? Damn, that's a missed opportunity," he murmurs with a crooked smile, shaking his head. "You know, I bet there are people out there who are into being cut up by monsters and bitten and all that. It was a kink before the monsters were real to everyone, after all." And he doesn't know how to feel about that, especially because the imagery is completed by a visual of Remi covered in blood and dressed as a priest.
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
