Your move

"There is nothing wrong with this face, or any other face I choose to pull," Ronin said haughtily, lifting his chin as if to dismiss the alchemist's criticisms entirely. It was an easy thing to do when you used to be a baron. While he desperately wanted to titter and grin at the conversation of just what they were like when they were drunk, Ronin instead offered a shrug that was entirely meant to infuriating. "I can't say," he told Remi. "All I know is drunk-you. I've got no evidence of anything else." And nor did he expect any, his logical voice reminded him with a mental slap. The less logical part, of course, told him that being selfish sometimes was okay, and that Remi was the first person since Vanya to make him feel like he wasn't walking through the world all alone. Eyes dropping to Remi's fidgeting hands, Ronin had to resist the urge to reach out and try to still his fingers. "Home to me, huh," he murmured, liking the taste of the words on his lips. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving