RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
"Maybe you do. King's End is lucky to have you if that's the case," Ronin says with a flash of teeth, content to trail in Thorn's wake as he meanders backwards along the path and takes them ever closer to the House of Midnight. Raising his eyebrows at the description of the treetop paradise - and nodding, yes, about the sailors - the Nova is left wondering what a room like that would hold for himself, if for no other reason than because he isn't sure what he'd want most.
Shaken from his thoughts as they arrive at the brothel, he ducks inside after Thorn and lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "It's weird, how often I've flown over this place without coming inside," he murmurs. "Looks like you landed on your feet when it comes to your workplace. Er, assuming that you enjoy the job, that is." His expression turns a touch apologetic, because of course he knows that for all the theatrics, it might not be the case for the other man.
"Is there a bar? Least I can do is buy you a drink for helping get me here."
Shaken from his thoughts as they arrive at the brothel, he ducks inside after Thorn and lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "It's weird, how often I've flown over this place without coming inside," he murmurs. "Looks like you landed on your feet when it comes to your workplace. Er, assuming that you enjoy the job, that is." His expression turns a touch apologetic, because of course he knows that for all the theatrics, it might not be the case for the other man.
"Is there a bar? Least I can do is buy you a drink for helping get me here."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
