RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
That's the thing though, isn't it? It can always be worse, but that doesn't mean things are peachy at the time. Opting not to say as much to Sunjata given that the other man is trying hard to be positive by the sounds of it, instead Ronin concentrates on their journey to the boutique - and the barbershop next door. Following the Flood inside, they are greeted with racks of shirts and slacks, jackets, coats and accessories, all very well made and apparently geared towards cold, wet weather.
"He's started to patrol Torchline's shores for any monsters or nefarious looking ships," Ronin says of his husband with a grin over his shoulder as he approaches the counter. "He usually ends up coming home soaking wet, so I thought I'd get him a coat he can pull on right away." Smiling to the tailor who scurries away to retrieve a large, wrapped parcel from the back, Ronin accepts it with a nod of gratitude.
"Feel free to grab yourself a change of clothes while we're here. It's on me."
"He's started to patrol Torchline's shores for any monsters or nefarious looking ships," Ronin says of his husband with a grin over his shoulder as he approaches the counter. "He usually ends up coming home soaking wet, so I thought I'd get him a coat he can pull on right away." Smiling to the tailor who scurries away to retrieve a large, wrapped parcel from the back, Ronin accepts it with a nod of gratitude.
"Feel free to grab yourself a change of clothes while we're here. It's on me."
show me your darkness.
