RONIN
"Not even yours," Ronin says, his voice a hushed whisper, and despite the protests he know will come, he scoops the raccoon up to press obnoxious kisses to his furry head, celestial wings folding comfortably around them. "Though I suppose I can say that now that my brain is switched back on." He'll likely forget all about it again the next time they're caught with their pants down.
Dutifully delivering snacks and reaching into the bag beside him to pull out an orange for them to share, Ronin's brow furrows at the idea of Flora poisoning the sharks, though he supposes she's developing those skills with her feathers these days. "She's grown up now," he says with a proud smile. "Maybe the Tavern is her place in the world, at least for the time being."
Dutifully delivering snacks and reaching into the bag beside him to pull out an orange for them to share, Ronin's brow furrows at the idea of Flora poisoning the sharks, though he supposes she's developing those skills with her feathers these days. "She's grown up now," he says with a proud smile. "Maybe the Tavern is her place in the world, at least for the time being."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
