FLORidA is one hell of a drug

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I mean, you could, but I know at least three people off the top of my head alone that would be there to catch you, so..." Grinning, Ronin at least lets her have the drama of it before they settle back into their regularly scheduled fatherly advice column - punching Remi in the mouth notwithstanding, of course. (And Ronin would never do such a thing, but he might over salt his food for a few days, you know, on account of him being salty). Except nothing in this scheduled broadcast might have prepared the Knight for just what he's about to learn about his daughter and her dalliances with a certain dragoon. And you know what, when it comes to fuck ups and the sliding scale of them, call him biased - because it's Flora and he is - but Ronin firmly believes that all of this could be resolved if he just... shot Koa into the sun. And perhaps a little flicker of radiant light has begun to ignite in his skin as the Doubletake unceremoniously flops into his lap, Ronin gently stroking a hand through her hair. "I mean," he says, lamely, before trying again. "Flora, you're going to hate me for saying this, and that's okay, but... can I ask how many times Koa has come chasing after you?" He raises his eyebrows. "Because you deserve to be chased after, to be put first. You shouldn't settle for anything less."