I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Oh shit, you did?" This isn't the Archive and Ronin doesn't technically have to whisper, but his voice is still low as he ducks in through the heavy door his husband holds open. This is not a place where Ronin feels totally at ease - he has always felt as though he's been haunted by paperwork of one kind or another, and places like this are full of it. Scholars and bookish sorts that like to make him sign things and write reports. He's not wrinkling his nose, but it's damned close.
"How is she?" he wonders as he lets Remi take the lead with their directions, and as he motions for the stairs the Star makes his way over, reaching back to hold out a hand for Remi. "Or rather where is she, I should say." He'd known she'd left, but not if she was gone from Torchline, and with it being monsoon season, well. Not an ideal time to be without a roof over one's head.
"Where are we going again...?"
"How is she?" he wonders as he lets Remi take the lead with their directions, and as he motions for the stairs the Star makes his way over, reaching back to hold out a hand for Remi. "Or rather where is she, I should say." He'd known she'd left, but not if she was gone from Torchline, and with it being monsoon season, well. Not an ideal time to be without a roof over one's head.
"Where are we going again...?"
RONIN
