you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
"I mean, I do try," Ronin says with a brief bounce of his eyebrows, a smile kicking up one corner of his mouth as he sidles his chair up next to Remi's left side, letting one hand strum affectionately down the length of the Lullaby's spine before he moves to concentrate on the quest at hand. "Ah, you're right though, of course. No sock puppets here, not even a single suggestion."
If his hands weren't full, he'd mime zipping his lips shut. As it stands, though, he merely works at feeding Remi a spoonful of soup, fighting not to make whooshing noises (since he doesn't know what an aeroplane is to do those noises instead).
Meanwhile in the hallway, Sugar has managed to stop from trying to eat the soap rollercoaster cars for long enough to slip away after Oria, huffing a cold breath onto the spriggan as if to ask what could possibly be more important than the bullshit they were already up to.
If his hands weren't full, he'd mime zipping his lips shut. As it stands, though, he merely works at feeding Remi a spoonful of soup, fighting not to make whooshing noises (since he doesn't know what an aeroplane is to do those noises instead).
Meanwhile in the hallway, Sugar has managed to stop from trying to eat the soap rollercoaster cars for long enough to slip away after Oria, huffing a cold breath onto the spriggan as if to ask what could possibly be more important than the bullshit they were already up to.
RONIN
