I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Apparently so," Ronin drawls, finishing another piece of bacon before taking up his coffee again, gazing flatly at the paper on the table before Remi distracts him by getting to his feet. "Mm...?" He tilts his head, watching curiously as the other man scribbles on his bacon smeared letter. "Ah, I see." He chuckles. "Well, that might be something to consider, if I thought it would do any good. They come anyway."
In his experience, at least.
Finishing up his coffee and folding the letter to stuff it back into the envelope, Ronin abandons it somewhere on the counter. "I consider that work stuff. I'll deal with it later," he decides, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "Want to come to train with me at the Furnace?" he asks suddenly. "I figure that place is harsh enough to give us a challenge." And Ronin needs to explore it.
In his experience, at least.
Finishing up his coffee and folding the letter to stuff it back into the envelope, Ronin abandons it somewhere on the counter. "I consider that work stuff. I'll deal with it later," he decides, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "Want to come to train with me at the Furnace?" he asks suddenly. "I figure that place is harsh enough to give us a challenge." And Ronin needs to explore it.
RONIN
