[RA] [SE] trust us, just us

RONIN

the white knight

At Flora's direction, Ronin pads over to the sun dappled couches as well, perching on the one the Doubletake doesn't occupy and sitting forward to do the most important task of all - that being to unpack their picnic, of course. "Oh, sure," he says of working with Kaisel. "He helped me prep some of the firewood last season for the Longnight bonfires. I suggested he help patrol - seemed like he was doing a good job whenever I came to check in." Around his game of sea monsters with Remi, of course.

From the basket Ronin produces two deli sandwiches, all soft artisinal bread stuffed with shredded rosemary chicken, crispy prosciutto and swiss cheese, setting them down in their paper wrapping between them. "Help yourself, I made them this morning," he tells her, adding a punnet container of sliced strawberries, a slab of chocolate, and a bottle of cool flavoured water in case the milkshake is too much.

"Ew, boring," he mumbles around a bite of sandwich - it's not often if ever that Ronin isn't weighed down by the shackles of responsibility, and it's quietly freeing to be able to be tired of it for a little while. "I get it though," he continues. "Well, if the floats of you are off the table, I suppose I can help to put up the signage at least."

i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first