RONIN
Oblivious to the debt he's just accrued, to the fingers working his strings like a puppet's, Ronin knocks back the water and slides it back across the bar to the tender, giving her a friendly nod and slipping off the barstool. "Something like that," he mutters, and there's something missing in the charm and amicability of his earlier interactions. As is always the case, with ecstasy comes the plummet back down to reality. A reality which is short one alchemist cosied up under the Star's arm.
Water or no water, Ronin is still undoubtedly buzzed, and he turns up his collar to head out of the whorehouse "What were you saying earlier, about sparring?" he inquires, a flat blue gaze flicking down the street towards where they'd been walking earlier. "Unless you're tired of our walk?" His smile isn't entirely pleasant.
Water or no water, Ronin is still undoubtedly buzzed, and he turns up his collar to head out of the whorehouse "What were you saying earlier, about sparring?" he inquires, a flat blue gaze flicking down the street towards where they'd been walking earlier. "Unless you're tired of our walk?" His smile isn't entirely pleasant.
one more wish for you
