RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"Well thank you," Ronin says with a sunny smile around his drink; the angel's judgement is the equivalent of a bright compliment to him, of course. "On the contrary, you have been ever so righteous," he agrees, though the glint in his dark eyes says otherwise. "Through my obviously intense surveillance efforts, I've seen you miracle some sugar for your tea, peruse a secondhand bookshop, and spend a great deal of time in your little shop. Curios, isn't it?" What he sells, Ronin means, not the name of it.
As for the canals and the boat race, through another sip of spiked coffee the demon's expression turns positively fiendish, and it's with a self-satisfied smile that he lowers his cup and rolls his shoulders. "I couldn't possibly say," he drawls with all the solemnity of a circus clown.
As for the canals and the boat race, through another sip of spiked coffee the demon's expression turns positively fiendish, and it's with a self-satisfied smile that he lowers his cup and rolls his shoulders. "I couldn't possibly say," he drawls with all the solemnity of a circus clown.
because the world is on fire
