RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"Pistachio," he answers easily enough, because when is the right time to have a conversation about gelato flavours? And honestly, Ronin is more inclined to treat the angel before him to as much smalltalk as he likes now that he's not nailed into the fucking cemetery.
"I do try," he adds, of being clever. "What's yours? Favourite flavour, I mean. I think you're one for strawberries, personally." If it's all the same to Remi, Ronin will carefully try to get his feet beneath him, his arms placidly held behind his back and his gaze on the dark sky.
"Oh, these are yours?" Raising his eyebrows, he nods his approval. "I liked your sheet lightning, in the last one." Pretending not to be surprised that he's being asked about his preferences, Ronin nods easily enough. "Of course. Lead the way."
"I do try," he adds, of being clever. "What's yours? Favourite flavour, I mean. I think you're one for strawberries, personally." If it's all the same to Remi, Ronin will carefully try to get his feet beneath him, his arms placidly held behind his back and his gaze on the dark sky.
"Oh, these are yours?" Raising his eyebrows, he nods his approval. "I liked your sheet lightning, in the last one." Pretending not to be surprised that he's being asked about his preferences, Ronin nods easily enough. "Of course. Lead the way."
because the world is on fire
