the things we hold are always the first to go
"So," Ronin says as he gingerly clicks the door shut to their apartment after having waved Tobi off to get herself home, "it turns out that we can get drunk. The key is not potency - it's speed." And while it's not true that Ronin is hungover, per say, the morning light is making him squint a bit, and he's feeling remarkably bleary.
It explains why he's shuffling straight for the kitchen, hoping that there's already coffee brewing courtesy of Remi, or that he can start some for the both of them. "Mateo has already taken himself off to school," he mumbles as an addition. "I checked in and his room was empty anyway, so I assume it's school." Or mischief - either is likely.
It explains why he's shuffling straight for the kitchen, hoping that there's already coffee brewing courtesy of Remi, or that he can start some for the both of them. "Mateo has already taken himself off to school," he mumbles as an addition. "I checked in and his room was empty anyway, so I assume it's school." Or mischief - either is likely.
