RONIN
the white knight
"Mm, of course. How silly of me," Ronin mumbles, letting the paper fall again just as Flora's dramatic excuse me how dare you throat clearing grabs for his attention. Glancing up at her, the Knight responds by slurping noisily through the straw of his milkshake, glancing over a couple more reports before lazily stepping away from the desk again. "That is a relief," he agrees of the lack of battle planning to be done, absently gesturing to the picnic basket as if to ask Flora where she'd like to go to have lunch.
"I can take the training if you want," he says breezily. "And you can count on both Remi and I for the bar rebuilding, just say the word. Not sure how useful we'll be at regional pageantry, though. Is Torchline a streamers and bunting kind of place? Or are we building floats of you to parade through the streets?"
"I can take the training if you want," he says breezily. "And you can count on both Remi and I for the bar rebuilding, just say the word. Not sure how useful we'll be at regional pageantry, though. Is Torchline a streamers and bunting kind of place? Or are we building floats of you to parade through the streets?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
