RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"That's what I said." Ronin tries to hide his own grin, though he's unable to stop the quip from spilling out automatically. Settling in his seat and letting out a soft laugh at Remi's - old Remi's - response, the Knight shrugs his shoulders. "I was on my way to get a drink," he points out. "While some would argue that's quite an important thing, it won't taste as good knowing someone else is beavering away their evening on work."
Especially when he can be here to hinder help that someone with the work, and hopefully make it take less time.
Propping his chin against his hand as he looks at the doohickey Remi picks up and examines, Ronin (of course) makes all the right noises for someone who has absolutely zero access to magic, even though it absolutely is a very clever idea. "And how does one make that amplification happen?" he wonders, reaching for the wine that oop, Remi already seems to have poured for them.
Especially when he can be here to hinder help that someone with the work, and hopefully make it take less time.
Propping his chin against his hand as he looks at the doohickey Remi picks up and examines, Ronin (of course) makes all the right noises for someone who has absolutely zero access to magic, even though it absolutely is a very clever idea. "And how does one make that amplification happen?" he wonders, reaching for the wine that oop, Remi already seems to have poured for them.
show me your darkness.
