we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Following suit in promptly finishing his drink, unlike the other two men, Ronin chooses to change things up and refill his glass with liquor rather than wine - he feels as though he may need it, after that first little chat. "Well, as good as it gets right now," he adds to Remi's remark with a smirk. "I imagine there is better company out there, if this is the sort of thing we bring to the conversation."
Regardless, he sips at his rum and relishes the burn, offering Sunjata a silent cheers; an extra thanks for supplying the drinks. Slouching back further into the booth and accepting his husband's weight against him, Ronin has already been prepped (multiple times) for this particular branch of the evening's proceedings, and even as Remi glances over his shoulder at him, he's nodding. "The ball is in your court, obviously. And Hotaru's," he says. "Gods know I haven't exactly made myself a welcoming individual for her to be around."
Regardless, he sips at his rum and relishes the burn, offering Sunjata a silent cheers; an extra thanks for supplying the drinks. Slouching back further into the booth and accepting his husband's weight against him, Ronin has already been prepped (multiple times) for this particular branch of the evening's proceedings, and even as Remi glances over his shoulder at him, he's nodding. "The ball is in your court, obviously. And Hotaru's," he says. "Gods know I haven't exactly made myself a welcoming individual for her to be around."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
