RONIN
”I don’t know about that,” Ronin says, maybe a touch bashfully, though he gives her a shrug and a nod as if to say that he’ll take the advice on board. It’s what LongHeat was originally supposed to be all about, after all - so of course some mystery sickness from the Climb has crawled down to say hello. Of course it has.
It’s been a while since Ronin has flirted with this sort of immediate effect (honestly it’s been a while since Ronin has acted in this way with anyone who isn’t Remi, so perhaps the realisation that it’s flirting is lost on him), and the blush on her cheeks is suddenly attractive in a way that is both unexpected and alluring all of a sudden. It’s no secret that the past couple of weeks have been frustrating and stressful in a way that, frankly, is driving Ronin to distraction, and he’s about to ask if Amalia is alright when she beats him to the punch.
And it’s not something he would have ever expected to hear from his friend, the Star unable to react or respond or reassure before she’s hiding her face away. ”Ama,” he begins, reaching out to touch a hand to her shoulder, trying to coax her into looking up. If he’s able to, he’ll draw her back up from the counter, head ducking a little to see if he can catch her eye.
”I would,” Ronin says, as if it’s a revelation that has just occurred to him. ”I do.”
It’s been a while since Ronin has flirted with this sort of immediate effect (honestly it’s been a while since Ronin has acted in this way with anyone who isn’t Remi, so perhaps the realisation that it’s flirting is lost on him), and the blush on her cheeks is suddenly attractive in a way that is both unexpected and alluring all of a sudden. It’s no secret that the past couple of weeks have been frustrating and stressful in a way that, frankly, is driving Ronin to distraction, and he’s about to ask if Amalia is alright when she beats him to the punch.
And it’s not something he would have ever expected to hear from his friend, the Star unable to react or respond or reassure before she’s hiding her face away. ”Ama,” he begins, reaching out to touch a hand to her shoulder, trying to coax her into looking up. If he’s able to, he’ll draw her back up from the counter, head ducking a little to see if he can catch her eye.
”I would,” Ronin says, as if it’s a revelation that has just occurred to him. ”I do.”
one more wish for you
