cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

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

Huffing out a laugh and allowing himself a moment to stretch out indulgently before fitting himself right back against Remi, the hunter grumbles his agreement. "You lived here as a wendigo and everything was fine," he points out. "Arguably you're less stressed here than you'd be at the medical wing too." Enjoying this line of logic, Ronin smiles into the pillow and playfully seizes Remi's hand as if to draw him closer around him.

"Though I do wish there was someone to bring us some coffee or something," he says through a soft laugh, stifling a yawn and resisting the urge to roll over if only because it feels like a helluva lot of effort when he's already very comfortable. Eventually, though, he does furrow his brow towards the alarm that's going to go off any second, willing time to tick backwards.

"Imagine if you can get a dose of serum that lasted for a day." He huffs.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!