RONIN
the white knight
"Heh, well. If you have been, it's lucky that Flora always seems to have something going on for us to talk about." Grinning to Remi and relishing the warm touch of the other man's fingers as they take their turn in brushing affection across the back of his hand, Ronin's smile softens into something quiet and endlessly smitten with the man opposite.
It doesn't fade even as Remi sits back at last, humour and suspicion returning in tandem, and the Knight gazes between their cocktails as if he's seeing them for the first time in his life. "Well," he says. "Mine is made out of a sea breeze, and yours is... something involving rabbits." As per the names of their cocktails, naturally.
"No, but I think yours has amaretto and vanilla... and mine might have cranberries, but that's a very wild guess." Smirking at the frozen berries in the icecubes, Ronin shrugs like it could truly be any flavour. "I am happy to swap if you aren't happy with yours."
It doesn't fade even as Remi sits back at last, humour and suspicion returning in tandem, and the Knight gazes between their cocktails as if he's seeing them for the first time in his life. "Well," he says. "Mine is made out of a sea breeze, and yours is... something involving rabbits." As per the names of their cocktails, naturally.
"No, but I think yours has amaretto and vanilla... and mine might have cranberries, but that's a very wild guess." Smirking at the frozen berries in the icecubes, Ronin shrugs like it could truly be any flavour. "I am happy to swap if you aren't happy with yours."
