R O N I N
"Might want a bit of practice with that magic of yours, huh?" Ronin said, still grinning to the other man and barely able to keep his laughter in check. Meanwhile, Echo - now a lobster - had clambered up his arm to perch on his shoulder, one massive claw clamped gently around the shell of his ear. If Ronin noticed or minded, he didn't say - he was more concerned with how guilt-ridden Remi seemed to be about it.
Stepping forward, he patted the alchemist on the shoulder, watching with a raised eyebrow at the copy of his device that appeared, not that it did anything. "Remi, it's just an item. And now it's a lobster. No one got hurt, yeah?" He smiled sunnily. "Shit happens - I'm sure my luck will balance out, besides." Echo seemed to agree, clacking her free claw at Remi.
"If you want to make it up to me, we'll head to the Rathskeller after you close shop and you can get me a drink. How does that sound?" He winked.
