Top of the World

Ronin challenged Remi's skeptical look with one of his own, though it was ruined by the smile that threatened. He might have brought it on himself in some ways, but Remi was the reason his Echo was a lobster in the first place. If not for the alchemist's magic, the thing would still be living its life in his pocket as a small, innocuous disc. Following suit, the hunter took another healthy gulp of his drink and placed his mug down, though he arched an eyebrow across at the other man as he spoke. "Guildhalls and lobsters and a lady I might have, but I would appreciate if you didn't use that 'b' word." He laughed. "There are no commoners or bluebloods any longer, Remi. Have you seen any princes since we arrived? Any Master Chiefs? Any Generals, or Chancellors?" He shook his head. "There is only one class now, as far as I'm concerned - survivors. That is what we are." Talk of Vanya completely transformed Ronin's expression; he smiled into his drink, his gaze softening, though he glanced around suspiciously before he replied. The last time he'd tried to tell Remi about this, it hadn't happened for whatever reason. "I thought she was going to kill me, when I showed her the guild," he admitted, chuckling. "But she's very well, yes. She... is going to have a baby, actually." He lifted his eyes to meet Remi's. "My baby. Obviously." ronin begin again, as the storm