RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"Sometimes is still moderation, right?" Ronin says with a liar's smile, only his works because he absolutely tells lies, and with ease. Running his tongue across his teeth and peering out to watch the rain fall and the listen to the sky sing, he scoffs out a laugh at the angel's remarks. "Sure," he says, "something like that." Only when their drinks do arrive, he sets the small plate of cherries next to Remi's Shirley Temple, because if it isn't obvious, he's ordered them for the angel in question.
Sipping at his coffee using the hand that hasn't recently been impaled, he's none the wiser to the failed thunder until the man at his side seems positively bereft over it, Ronin raising his eyebrows. "I liked that one," he says, not knowing why. "The softer thunderclaps are kinder on the animals."
Sipping at his coffee using the hand that hasn't recently been impaled, he's none the wiser to the failed thunder until the man at his side seems positively bereft over it, Ronin raising his eyebrows. "I liked that one," he says, not knowing why. "The softer thunderclaps are kinder on the animals."
because the world is on fire
