a visit from starboy

Ronin made himself comfortable on the couch while Ashe pottered about to get them drinks, the ex-captain arching an eyebrow as he glanced to the woman who had brought him back from the dead. He let out an oof as the bracers hit him square in the chest, Ronin letting out a laugh as he picked them up to examine them. "Hey, look," he protested, "I only had like five seconds to say my forever goodbyes, I wanted you to have something to remember me by!" While his tone was playful, the sentiment behind it was very, very true. "Thanks, though, noodle arms. I'll see if I can commission you a pair that will fit." Chuckling, he accepted the bottle and took a healthy swig of liquor, before handing it back and contently letting his arm move around Ashetta to pull her close against his side. The distance meant that Sugar was able to softly trill into the assassin's ear, flopping down into both of their laps to snap up the venison with a happy shriek. Ronin snorted, glancing to Ashe and the wine spider on her shoulder. "I think you've met Sugar, but I might not have been there. So this is just a playdate, I guess." He smiled. Ronin shook his head goodnaturedly at her questions about his meeting with Safrin. "No, it's not secret," he assured her. "I just... asked her a few things that have been playing on my mind. It's my understanding that because of where I was and what happened, I... I'm not exactly human? But not a god, either..." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving