[PQ] Dionysus Reborn

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin let out an audible sigh of relief and flashed a bright grin to Bastien as he seemed to approve his work, accepting the clap on his shoulder graciously. (Hell, he probably would have accepted the kiss too if it was given). He stood back to make sure the creed needed no further finishing touches as the other man went to inspect his lady's work, though his breath hitched in his chest a little. Wife? Um? She wasn't, but that absolutely didn't mean that Ronin didn't like hearing it. In fact, his cheeks had dusted pink a little as he turned to the sound of Bastien's address, the guildmaster taking his glass and lifting it in a toast. A symposium...? Ronin was pretty sure they just called it an orgy back in Northwind, and he'd never been to one of those either. Still, he graced Vanya with a crooked smile and took a generous gulp of his drink - he didn't down it like his alchemist friend at least. "You sure you don't want to slow down?" He chuckled at Remi, tilting his head as both other men removed their shirts. "I never usually paint like this. Alright, then." Shrugging to Vanya, he slipped off his shirt and threw it at her playfully, taking another healthy sip of the burning alcohol before taking up his brushes and paints. He frowned, examining the blank canvas for a moment... before slowly starting to move his brush across the material. A ship began to form, after a while - one with a small bird soaring over it.