little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin follows happily along once their decision is made, surrendering the coat to the shopkeep to get it neatly wrapped and parcelled up, and they've got quite the bit of shopping to carry along with them by the time they get back out onto the streets. Still, Ronin isn't complaining - far from, in fact. This is the most ordinary thing he's done since he got to Stormbreak, and his cheeks are ruddy with cold, his hands precariously trying to balance the canvases and the parcel. An easel is more than he might have anticipated, the Star grinning brightly to Sera from around his shopping, and he nods gratefully. "So long as you don't mind," he says to her. "I wouldn't want to keep you from more important projects! And... yes," he admits, a quieter voice. "It's been a while since I was able to do something that was a hobby from before I became the Dark Star. I'm looking forward to it."