RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"It's one of my favourite things about them. Tenacious little bastards," Ronin says with a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at the angel's empty glass - and the mostly empty bottle, too. Saying nothing but feeling as smug as his expression suggests, he's about to ask whether or not Remi would like to simply finish the champagne when they're interrupted, rudely, by reality.
The angel reaches for his program but Ronin is on his feet, brows furrowed as he leans against the balconette to try and spot the source of the disturbance. "They usually save that for when the audience is back in their seats," he mutters. "You don't sense anything nefarious by chance, do you?"
The angel reaches for his program but Ronin is on his feet, brows furrowed as he leans against the balconette to try and spot the source of the disturbance. "They usually save that for when the audience is back in their seats," he mutters. "You don't sense anything nefarious by chance, do you?"
because the world is on fire
