butterfly's repose [open!]

RONIN

the dark star

"Oh, I can see that," Ronin says with a slow and serious nod - Amalia couldn't look any busier, if he did say so himself. Still, with a spreading grin on his face, the Star ducks under the arm of the statue and slouches down to sit beside her at its base. "I'm very glad to hear that - your busy schedule isn't something to be toyed with." He nods again, as if they both weren't looking for things to purposely fill their days.

Luckily for the Archangel, though, Ronin has something stupid and strange enough to fill their time for a while. He produces, flamboyantly, a bloom from within his jacket pocket. The petals are so black that they seem to suck in the light from around the marketplace, and the Star bounces his eyebrows like it's something to be impressed about.

"I've got a little job from Safrin, to try and expand the reach of my astral projection," he explains. "I've got a bunch of these flowers in different colours. When I pull the petals off, I get seized by a different emotion, which is as fun as you can undoubtedly imagine. I don't know what emotion it's going to be until I start." Ronin chuckles. "So Amalia, would you do me the honour of being my babysitter for this one?"

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