It would be funny if it weren't so painfully true, and while Ronin can't stop himself from shooting the wendigo a shit-eating grin, he doesn't give him any further grief about it. [say]"A sense of humour and maybe something she can use to pull the stick out of her ass,"[/say] he adds for Grimm, padding barefoot back towards his bedroom to get ready. [say]"Yeah, yeah,"[/say] he calls behind him.
Eight minutes later - because he has no doubt that Remi has been counting - Ronin emerges clean and dressed, and it's only as he laces his boots and shrugs into his jacket that he realises the sweater situation. [say]"Not that I mind at all,"[/say] he says, nodding at the garment [say]"but I feel like Dr. Lockwood is going to have a few questions about that if she sees you wearing it."[/say] Not because it belongs to Ronin, but because there's still dry blood flecked all over it.
Eight minutes later - because he has no doubt that Remi has been counting - Ronin emerges clean and dressed, and it's only as he laces his boots and shrugs into his jacket that he realises the sweater situation. [say]"Not that I mind at all,"[/say] he says, nodding at the garment [say]"but I feel like Dr. Lockwood is going to have a few questions about that if she sees you wearing it."[/say] Not because it belongs to Ronin, but because there's still dry blood flecked all over it.