we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Thank you - I've been known to have them on occasion. I'll be sure to mention it to Remi," Ronin says with a warm chuckle - good ideas, he means. Setting the garment to one side so Maea can continue to peruse the racks of garments - and Ronin does the same, as well, because he isn't one to settle on the first item he sees either - in the end, they both come back to it, and he smiles his satisfaction.
"Ah, a ball. It's been a long time since I went to one of those." He grins, fully embracing the scandal of such a thing. Dressing up, dancing, socialising? Unheard of. "Well, if I receive an invitation to one, I'll be sure to come. Did you want to try this on?" He gestures to the dress he's handed to her. "Just in case it looks like a miracle on the rack but ends up falling short of expectations."
That's what seamstresses are for, in fairness, but it's Maea's choice.
"Ah, a ball. It's been a long time since I went to one of those." He grins, fully embracing the scandal of such a thing. Dressing up, dancing, socialising? Unheard of. "Well, if I receive an invitation to one, I'll be sure to come. Did you want to try this on?" He gestures to the dress he's handed to her. "Just in case it looks like a miracle on the rack but ends up falling short of expectations."
That's what seamstresses are for, in fairness, but it's Maea's choice.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
