Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"You don't have to make excuses for it," Ronin assures his friend, having paused just inside the tunnels where the light from undertown is less garish, the noise less smothering. "I have eyes - I've seen Isla. And to be honest I'm more worried about the fact that she's missing now..." What if someone had figured out what had happened? Surely that would have consequences for the wendigo as well, though.
Surprising no one more than himself, Ronin lets the other man take his hand, offering him a small smile for his trouble. "Well, it's the pretense of a hunt," he says. "I thought we could finally go to a certain liquor store, unless you had something else in mind? Some intense wendigo cuddles, maybe?"
Surprising no one more than himself, Ronin lets the other man take his hand, offering him a small smile for his trouble. "Well, it's the pretense of a hunt," he says. "I thought we could finally go to a certain liquor store, unless you had something else in mind? Some intense wendigo cuddles, maybe?"
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
