you're either on my side, by my side, or in my fucking way
One might have thought the Eye the type of man to snarl when one over steps. But he isn't. He's the sort to let you turn up the heat and boil yourself alive. Slowly and without an ounce of concern or hurry, Cian tilts his dusty blue eyes up toward Ronin. Without breaking the stare, his fingers nimbly fold the diagram upon which he'd been pouring over back into a neat rectangle, before tucking it away in a drawer.
"Is there something I can help you with, Ronin?" He wonders, voice conversational enough, though his actions have more than answered the Star's later comment: No, it certainly wasn't any of his business.
"Is there something I can help you with, Ronin?" He wonders, voice conversational enough, though his actions have more than answered the Star's later comment: No, it certainly wasn't any of his business.
CIAN
