RONIN
the white knight
Ronin, who has already grown accustomed to the disbelief that tends to follow explanations of Carlo and Calan's latest antics, merely holds Flora's dry stare with an expression of weary resignation. He nods slowly - yes, you heard correctly - and scoffs out a soft laugh at her suggestion. Shrugging, because he genuinely has no idea how something like that will go down, he turns to watch his duplicate finish stacking a large pile of driftwood into something that could be a bonfire in its own right.
"It might work," he confesses. "But it also might give them a night in a jailcell to get plenty of practice at escaping one." And given that there are two of them, all of that seems like it might invite more chaos than it avoids. "We could always threaten to split them up, I guess, but that feels a bit harsh for right now."
Ronin raises his eyebrows and nods slowly at Flora's suggestion, smirking across at her. "Bribery to raise morale rather than more hands to catch consequences? That works for me. And in the meantime Remi and I can invest in some really experienced babysitters."
"It might work," he confesses. "But it also might give them a night in a jailcell to get plenty of practice at escaping one." And given that there are two of them, all of that seems like it might invite more chaos than it avoids. "We could always threaten to split them up, I guess, but that feels a bit harsh for right now."
Ronin raises his eyebrows and nods slowly at Flora's suggestion, smirking across at her. "Bribery to raise morale rather than more hands to catch consequences? That works for me. And in the meantime Remi and I can invest in some really experienced babysitters."
