cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

"Well, you're just plain wrong, there." The Remi says, intentionally doing his best to seem both condescending and apologetic. 'It is a shame your tongue is so uncultured."

Blinking dumbly across the table, before his eyes mark his empty glass uncertainly, Remi raises his fingers, palm up. "Well, bit late now." He mumbles as if this was Ronin's fault. "nnnnnnnn." The wendigo confirms inarticulately as he braces himself against the table and manages to sit upright. Skeptically, because he was sitting down and so he wasn't sure how sitting somewhere else would be safer, Remi nevertheless complies with as much immediacy as he's able.

Standing, the wendigo is forced to pause as the world gives an experimental spin which has him shifting to the right as if trying to find his footing on an unsteady boat. "It has been a minute since I have felt like...haven't felt this co-or--ord-co-r...sentito questo coordinato." Able to spit out the words in Italian much more easily than English, Remi waves a hand dismissively at this blunder before making his way unsteadily toward the living room.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!