run away and take me with you
Having been off to one side, fussing with emptying as many little sugar packets into his drink as could reasonably fit (none for Remi, all for him, and that's dandy), Ronin is using a dragon claw to unceremoniously stir the drink when his name hits the air. Glancing up and shaking the coffee off the appendage before shifting his hand back, he crams the lid back onto the coffee. "For my sins," he rumbles; and there certainly seem to be a lot of those lately, in his opinion.
And it's that lingering thought that perhaps has him speaking again, clearing his throat and forcing his shoulders to relax ever so slightly. "Sorry," he offers. "About just now. It's been a long few days." And they aren't getting any shorter, if the season and its delights have anything to do with it.
And it's that lingering thought that perhaps has him speaking again, clearing his throat and forcing his shoulders to relax ever so slightly. "Sorry," he offers. "About just now. It's been a long few days." And they aren't getting any shorter, if the season and its delights have anything to do with it.
don't let go, i need your rescue
RONIN
