little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "That's what everyone says," Ronin grins as he watches his projection stroll ahead, holding the coat folded over his arm as snow falls all around them. "It always makes me feel like a lazy slob, considering what I do with it." Which is either fighting or nothing, most of the time. Maybe he ought to use the projection in earnest a bit more. Still, for now it can hold Sera's coat, as the Star glances across to see her model her new one. "Very nice," he says with an appreciative nod. "And warm, more importantly." He's about to say that he doesn't really deserve to be treated after the shock he gave her this morning, but then she says hot chocolate and Lullaby and Ronin's expression melts into a warm smile. "I would like that a lot," he says, offering her his arm as a gentleman is wont to do. "What else are you browsing for today?"