[SE] Capturing a Likeness

"While I don't disagree with you, Bastien, I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to take an awkward soul under your wing," Ronin said with a cheeky smile. "Who better to teach him how to fuck and drink? He could be initiated into your kind of people with your guidance, eh?" All lighthearted teasing, of course, but it didn't make it any less true. While his friend focused on perfecting the smaller details of his painting, Ronin had forced himself to put his canvas aside to let it dry. If he wanted to add anything, it could wait; he didn't want to ruin it by overdoing it. Talk of the military, especially his old life, brought an amused laugh rippling up in Ronin's throat. "Both, if you can believe it!" He grinned. "I enjoyed it in the end, once I had gotten to Northaven and I realised I could do some good. To start with, though... gods, Bastien, I was a fucking awful soldier." Shaking his head, Ronin leant back on his hands. "I spent most of my time gambling and fighting and disgracing myself. My brother was the golden boy, not I." ronypony it's always nice to make an impression