little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin is powerless to do much more than walk at Sera's side into the next shop, and he meanders through the fabrics and coats and other garments until they reach the men's section, and as far as the Star is concerned, all hell breaks loose. He's left lingering at first, and then sitting on a little stool as he waits for her to narrow down her search to three potential coats for Remi. When she finally emerges for the verdict, he appropriately grins and claps and examines each contender as though they've come out specifically for this purpose. "Oh, it has to be this," he says approvingly to Option #3, feeling the inside of the coat for its roomy pockets and fur-lined softness. "Perfect. Looks like the right size for him as well." Basically, anything that would fit Ronin would fit Remi, give or take an inch of space. And the Star is already pulling this coat on, turning up the collar and nodding. "What do you think? Can you see this look in the Greatwood?"