RONIN
Ronin hasn't even considered his coffee, letting the cream melt into it and inhaling the sweetness of the whiskey by accident rather than intention. "Either that or I'm not as good a soldier as everyone makes me out to be," he mutters with a mirthless laugh. The entire reason that Ronin had been brought to Stormbreak, the reason his opinion is valued here in the Greatwood, and it still ended up as a flailing mess. "Just because there's no reason, doesn't mean it's not valid. You're my husband, I still care even if it doesn't make sense."
Absently cracking his knuckles, he blinks a few times at the sudden revelation from Remi, Ronin glancing sharply up. "...It's a sword," he says dumbly, as if that's the only thing he can focus on right now. "A rapier. It's not a dagger." Massaging the heel of his hand against his right eye, he shakes his head. "So is it alive or something?"
Absently cracking his knuckles, he blinks a few times at the sudden revelation from Remi, Ronin glancing sharply up. "...It's a sword," he says dumbly, as if that's the only thing he can focus on right now. "A rapier. It's not a dagger." Massaging the heel of his hand against his right eye, he shakes his head. "So is it alive or something?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
