RONIN
”Don’t be silly,” Ronin says with a huff of laughter, waving off her apology and swanning around to rub more flour into the counters in an attempt at cleaning. Sugar pokes her cold snout against the side of his neck, trilling at the Shield and her efficient whipping of the cream. (It’s a talent, Amalia, and you should be proud). At her horror, amused or otherwise, however, Ronin sidles up behind Remi and slips his arms around the Alchemist’s waist, drawing him back against his chest.
”I told you it would work,” he murmurs, kissing the space behind his ear. Ronin was used to cooking and even more used to making pancakes. Whilst making the mess had been fun (and then some), they could have managed. But then what Amalia have to make a fuss about? ”I can still start a fire though, if you like.”
”I told you it would work,” he murmurs, kissing the space behind his ear. Ronin was used to cooking and even more used to making pancakes. Whilst making the mess had been fun (and then some), they could have managed. But then what Amalia have to make a fuss about? ”I can still start a fire though, if you like.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
