// Different night, same rodeo //
It's an uncomfortable thing he works out, like it once had such sharp edges that pressed too sharply into him that even now when they've worn down, he gives the proper space for those pointed angles to still fit. Once he explains why though, she can see what's made him so uneasy with anything Frey's had a hand in. Though, admittedly men have managed to make children with someone other than their lover well enough on their own without any direct influence from Frey. As for not telling Ronin, that certainly sounds like a fault born of him rather than Frey. "Well, I promise the belt buckle won't get anyone pregnant," she reassures with a broken smile, not wanting to cheapen his past struggles, but giving them something lighter to drift away on.
A smirk settles when he makes a point to tell her how good Ronin is at adjusting, but it's the afterthought he chases that shakes a laugh free. "Yeah, negative ones," she attempts to warn, but it doesn't much sound like it above the hum of humor.
She tips her bottle a bit between her hands, spinning it on one edge of it's bottom with her fingers wreathed around it to catch it should it grow upset. "Perfect. Not much you can ask for than not being broken for long." They all know there's no sense in trying to avoid any breaking, that's just life. "They might break something just trying to get on him" she grins, the image of scales and leather among settling dust working up behind her eyes. "Sounds like it's settled, then. It'll be towards the end of Longheat." The bottle spins to a standstill and she tilts back the rest of the drink, setting it down and sliding it to her trash corner. She makes to stand, horses to feed and all. "Thanks, Remi. Pass it along to Ronin too."
[FIN]
A smirk settles when he makes a point to tell her how good Ronin is at adjusting, but it's the afterthought he chases that shakes a laugh free. "Yeah, negative ones," she attempts to warn, but it doesn't much sound like it above the hum of humor.
She tips her bottle a bit between her hands, spinning it on one edge of it's bottom with her fingers wreathed around it to catch it should it grow upset. "Perfect. Not much you can ask for than not being broken for long." They all know there's no sense in trying to avoid any breaking, that's just life. "They might break something just trying to get on him" she grins, the image of scales and leather among settling dust working up behind her eyes. "Sounds like it's settled, then. It'll be towards the end of Longheat." The bottle spins to a standstill and she tilts back the rest of the drink, setting it down and sliding it to her trash corner. She makes to stand, horses to feed and all. "Thanks, Remi. Pass it along to Ronin too."
[FIN]
Colt
// Set me on fire, put me out like smoke //
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
