RONIN
the white knight
Ronin is also wondering about the coconut shrimp and, more to the point, where it might have all gone, and he manages to catch the eye of a nearby server and gesture hopefully at the basket with a grin. Hopefully this will herald more shrimp in the near future. And while they wait, there's dubious cocktails to enjoy. "You really should have," he agrees sagely, raising his glass and giving the sea breeze punch a decent enough sip.
Vodka and cranberry explode on his tongue, and it's cold enough to make his teeth hurt, but overall it's the sort of drink that goes down like juice - aka, high approval. "Mine is dangerous," he announces with a low chuckle. "In that I could drink a lot of it and not notice, and then you would have to carry me home." Which might happen whether or not he sticks to cocktails, given his reduced tolerance to alcohol.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the rabbits, anyway." Grinning, he sets his drink down and regards Remi with unabashed adoration, the Bastion drenched in the last dying rays of sunlight from outside. "I could get used to this, you know," he says. "Menial beach work, cocktails, bumbling home. It feels like how peace is meant to be."
Vodka and cranberry explode on his tongue, and it's cold enough to make his teeth hurt, but overall it's the sort of drink that goes down like juice - aka, high approval. "Mine is dangerous," he announces with a low chuckle. "In that I could drink a lot of it and not notice, and then you would have to carry me home." Which might happen whether or not he sticks to cocktails, given his reduced tolerance to alcohol.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the rabbits, anyway." Grinning, he sets his drink down and regards Remi with unabashed adoration, the Bastion drenched in the last dying rays of sunlight from outside. "I could get used to this, you know," he says. "Menial beach work, cocktails, bumbling home. It feels like how peace is meant to be."
