RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
More than accustomed to the signs of a drink going to someone's head - he's been there himself enough times after all - Ronin sips from his own glass and opts to remain silent as Nova conducts the recipe exchange with the barman. He feels as if any attempt by him to help will only end up complicating matters somehow, and besides, she does manage to get the daiquiri written down on a slip of paper for future experiments, so all's well that ends well, right?
Setting his (near empty) drink back down as the girl finally turns back to him, he turns on his barstool a bit, not realising of course that this is going to constitute moving around quite a lot in the hybrid's cranberry-soaked mind. "Hm?" Raising his eyebrows in honest surprise - there are few people who don't know his jaded history with Safrin, so it's not a question he's had to really consider - Ronin clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders.
"Sometimes," he admits. "But we aren't all that good for each other. I realise that now. It might be nice to have a civil working relationship in the future though."
Setting his (near empty) drink back down as the girl finally turns back to him, he turns on his barstool a bit, not realising of course that this is going to constitute moving around quite a lot in the hybrid's cranberry-soaked mind. "Hm?" Raising his eyebrows in honest surprise - there are few people who don't know his jaded history with Safrin, so it's not a question he's had to really consider - Ronin clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders.
"Sometimes," he admits. "But we aren't all that good for each other. I realise that now. It might be nice to have a civil working relationship in the future though."
show me your darkness.
