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

Trying very hard not to notice any of the adjustments made by the hunter, Remi looks surreptitiously up at the ceiling for a moment before glancing back. The hand on his shoulder has a breath shivering past the wendigo's lips, and it isn't just because he has to properly focus on breathing that he'd been inadvertently holding his breath.

Not able to help the way his gaze is tugged between Ronin's eyes and his lips as he speaks, it's only because of their normal sarcastic banter that Remi finds himself suddenly able to speak. "What, are you saying I need practice?" He wants to know, before flushing noticeably. "I have just...not thought of you before, like th-"

Falling abruptly silent as Ronin's fingers twine through his curls, Remi's eyes push closed and the look on his face might be wrongly interpreted as pain given the sudden tight wrinkles beside his eyes. The wendigo is used to being touched without his permission, but never before has it felt good; sadly, it's almost as if he's been conditioned to recoil from all things pleasant as if it's a trap in waiting. Holding his breath and allowing only little fluttery inhales and exhales, the wendigo sits as still as is (literally) humanly possible as if Ronin's roaming fingers were part of some test he had to do his best to pretend he wasn't enjoying.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!