long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "If I hadn't known you with Isla, I'd go as far to say that I couldn't imagine you with another companion," Ronin says of Oria with an honest shrug. "Maybe you are just made for those sorts of lost souls, mm? But she is very sweet. She'll be perfect to keep you on your toes." Just as Sugar showed the rather more haughty and possessive side of Ronin, perhaps Oria was there to showcase Remi's innocence. With a gentle nod, Ronin still can't help but smirk. "Unless Finn works especially hard to avoid you," he says. "He's just as good at it as you are, I should think." He chuckles, his thumb playing gently over the back of Remi's palm when the warmth of the alchemist's other hand is suddenly very present on his knee. "Mm, I should say so," he agrees, glancing between their two empty glasses and how good Remi's gin supposedly was. "And yet you finished so quickly," he murmurs (about the drink obviously). "We could always stay for another. The night is young. Though I think I'll probably have a whiskey this time, since I didn't have to choose just one drink for the rest of my life."