little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It's the sound of his name - Mister Taliesin - that has Ronin looking up, the Star raising his eyebrows at Seraphina and not seeming to understand what she's done until she says it. You're welcome. A soft smile blooms across his face, and he clambers to his feet with the hot chocolate to take a sip and nod to her gratefully. "That's very kind of you," he murmurs. Along with the paints, he gets himself a new sketchbook, some charcoals and a couple of larger canvases, and soon enough all of them are stacked neatly on the counter to be wrapped up. "I owe you one for this," he tells her. "Perhaps I'll have to paint you something to hang in your workshop, to brighten the place up a bit?" It's all he can offer, except for more training. Or more 'training'. Though with Remi often waking up in bed next to him these days, he's less desperate for that sort of physical contact.