follow my lead

remi "You are by far the worst friend I have Ronin." Remi said with a grin that spread out across his face. If he could have, he might have kicked Ronin from beneath the blanket at the condescending touch of his knee, but of course that would take far too much effort. More than this terrible friend of his was worth anyways. Shaking his head, the urge to call the guildmaster a tease lingering on his lips, he laughed it off instead, nudging him playfully with his shoulder. "You know, maybe if you invited me to be a part of your guild, rather than just sweeping the monsters out of it and making you banners, I would actually be around when you needed me." Remi sniffed, just as haughtily in reply. Fishtank. Dreamfish. Ashes. Stones. Yep. That sounded like a Ronin request. But going with him? Remi hedged a slanted smile in Ronin's direction. "First, How big should this tank be? Second, Isla will have our heads if I try to leave this room." It wasn't a no, or even a "this is a bad idea", just a simple gesturing at the consequences of having the only real healer in the entire establishment upset at the two most likely-to-be-injured men in the entire establishment.