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ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Hey, you said you'd walk me home and here I am. I think your gentlemanly status still counts, stubble or no subble." Ronin grinned, having to put one hand to his pounding head for fear that it might actually roll off his shoulders and go bouncing away across the floor. Wrinkling his nose at the idea of morning breath and bitey lions (or possible some sort of horrid combination of the two), Ronin carefully shook his head. "I'm good, thanks," he mumbled, rolling his stiff shoulders and shivering a little as if just realising how cold it was without Remi close by. Then the alchemist asked if he remembered about last night and, while getting to the guildhall and getting on the floor was a bit of a jumble, he remembered their conversations with startling clarity. "You promised you'd not turn my baby into a lobster," he said, snorting softly. "And that you were in love with a certain librarian but your feelings got thieved by a god. Reckon that means yes, you probably did tell me. Sorry."