RONIN
"Your shift might be built for that, but I happen to know that you quite enjoy the finer things in life." Ronin smiles smugly up at Remi in his flourish of leaves and branches, and as if promptly changing his mind, he stars to descend back towards the forest floor. "Oh, I wouldn't want to offend the powerful forest or its goddess," he agrees. "I'll keep my axe right where it belongs, thank you."
Touching down in the undergrowth, Ronin finds a suitable place to sit - and a twig is lobbed wide of him as he searches, earning a bark of laughter - and settles down. "I am quite peckish though, you know," he says, patting at his pockets and withdrawing, wonder of wonders, a small pack of flavoured crackers. "No idea how I'm going to eat all of these by myself, but I'll just have to manage, won't I?"
Rustling the pack obnoxiously, just to make sure Remi hears it, Ronin relaxes against a tree trunk to enjoy his snack.
Touching down in the undergrowth, Ronin finds a suitable place to sit - and a twig is lobbed wide of him as he searches, earning a bark of laughter - and settles down. "I am quite peckish though, you know," he says, patting at his pockets and withdrawing, wonder of wonders, a small pack of flavoured crackers. "No idea how I'm going to eat all of these by myself, but I'll just have to manage, won't I?"
Rustling the pack obnoxiously, just to make sure Remi hears it, Ronin relaxes against a tree trunk to enjoy his snack.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
