RONIN
the white knight
"That's very rude of you," Ronin informs Remi, grinning at him and, of course, not meaning a word of it. (Not yet, because in this particular mini-event it isn't Leafchange, so he's still in full control of his single braincell). Squeezing his husband's hand and nodding his agreement, he happily allows himself to be led towards the arena where they'll be paired with their dragon riders and cowboys and whatever else they call themselves. And it's not long before Ronin is called to do his worst to... Zavien.
Their round is a very short one, as it happens, and he's rubbing the back of his neck apologetically as he approaches the dragoon afterwards. "Given that they paired you with a literal dragon, I'd say you did remarkably well," he tells him with a chuckle. "It's not as if they give you instructions or a saddle to sit on one. Either way, can I get you a drink and vow never to bring it up again?"
Their round is a very short one, as it happens, and he's rubbing the back of his neck apologetically as he approaches the dragoon afterwards. "Given that they paired you with a literal dragon, I'd say you did remarkably well," he tells him with a chuckle. "It's not as if they give you instructions or a saddle to sit on one. Either way, can I get you a drink and vow never to bring it up again?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
