endless numbered days

"You were the one that wanted to know all about it after it was dead," Ronin shot back, grinning and tilting his head at the flurry of wings and feathers as Remi soared over his head. He turned, having scooped up another snowball (arching an eyebrow as he found Remi's original one on the ground beside him) and readying it to throw at the alchemist. Flinging it and trying to dash through the snow on clumsy feet to find a place to get cover, Ronin snorted at Remi's annoyingly good point. "Maybe you are the one who is bad luck, then," he accused lightheartedly. "I was never stabbed when I was having lunch with anyone else. Still, I appreciate you holding my insides in for me." As Remi threw the snowball Ronin actually tried to catch it, though he slipped and fell on his backside and ended up taking the hit to the face. He was laughing even as he fell, already preparing his next move in this snow war of theirs. RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do