RONIN
the white knight
"Mmhm, certified the worst," Ronin agrees, puffing out his chest for good measure and opening his arms to accept her hug without risking their lunch. Only once she's relieved him of one of the milkshakes and stepped back does he drift further into the space, setting the basket down on the ornate chair opposite Flora's desk. (There doesn't seem to be any space on the desk anyway).
"No? I'm pretty sure someone did. Her name was the Voice and she was very rudely amping up for a war when I became leader of Stormbreak. No time for marble statues or solariums," he mumbles around his milkshake straw, absently peeping over a random pile of missives and thumbing through it with mild interest. "Granted, all of my paper work was to do with skyship berths, dragoon trainings and wartime plans. Not... sightings of pirates?"
"No? I'm pretty sure someone did. Her name was the Voice and she was very rudely amping up for a war when I became leader of Stormbreak. No time for marble statues or solariums," he mumbles around his milkshake straw, absently peeping over a random pile of missives and thumbing through it with mild interest. "Granted, all of my paper work was to do with skyship berths, dragoon trainings and wartime plans. Not... sightings of pirates?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
