RONIN
the white knight
"Exactly," Ronin says with an indulgent nod of his head. "Not even just afternoons off. It's basically a permission slip for whatever you want for a year, minimum." And that's the story he's sticking to, based on his and Remi's mental breakdown secondment up to the Cordillera until they felt human enough to return to civilised life.
Kicking off his shoes so he can sit cross legged on the couch, Ronin pointedly doesn't watch Flora for her reaction or her decision, instead reaching for another strawberry and a bit of chocolate while he waits for her judgement. Because ultimately if she decides it's not a good fit, he's still just sitting and having lunch with her. And as she speaks of Melita, Ronin can't help but laugh softly and shake his head.
"Well," he says, "I think all of us could have anticipated that sort of a reaction." Shrugging, he finally lets his gaze settle back on Flora. "Your call," he says, as if the reminder alone is evidence of how they'd operate together.
But when the final decision comes in the form of an extended pinky, the Knight can't stop the laughter rumbling from his chest. "You're really obsessed with putting me in jail today," he tells her, before reaching out to curl his pinky finger around her own. "I swear," he tells her. "You're always my daughter first. But if we make... I don't know, working hours, or say that certain spaces are professional only, that could help. Granted, it would mean we'd have to go somewhere else for lunch."
Kicking off his shoes so he can sit cross legged on the couch, Ronin pointedly doesn't watch Flora for her reaction or her decision, instead reaching for another strawberry and a bit of chocolate while he waits for her judgement. Because ultimately if she decides it's not a good fit, he's still just sitting and having lunch with her. And as she speaks of Melita, Ronin can't help but laugh softly and shake his head.
"Well," he says, "I think all of us could have anticipated that sort of a reaction." Shrugging, he finally lets his gaze settle back on Flora. "Your call," he says, as if the reminder alone is evidence of how they'd operate together.
But when the final decision comes in the form of an extended pinky, the Knight can't stop the laughter rumbling from his chest. "You're really obsessed with putting me in jail today," he tells her, before reaching out to curl his pinky finger around her own. "I swear," he tells her. "You're always my daughter first. But if we make... I don't know, working hours, or say that certain spaces are professional only, that could help. Granted, it would mean we'd have to go somewhere else for lunch."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
