I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Sah looks nervous and Ronin, in turn, looks nervous; his brow furrows, as if he's waiting for the other man to tell him that he's kidnapped his daughter or that they're together or something even more outlandish (is it, though?). What he gets is not as bad as what he imagines, granted, but neither is it what he would expect for a first meeting with a relative stranger. "Uh," he says, rubbing at the back of his neck with a wet hand. "Oh. Well, good then." Because what else is he supposed to say to that?
"Seren could use more friends," he continues somewhat belatedly, though he's undecided right now on whether she needs more friends like Sah. That, it appears, remains to be seen. "How did she end up telling you about me, if you don't mind my asking?" Given the whole casual intercourse discussion that preceded it.
"Seren could use more friends," he continues somewhat belatedly, though he's undecided right now on whether she needs more friends like Sah. That, it appears, remains to be seen. "How did she end up telling you about me, if you don't mind my asking?" Given the whole casual intercourse discussion that preceded it.
RONIN
