RONIN
Even Ronin the baron-turned-soldier can't disagree with Remi there, and he hums his agreement around the last of his stew, leaving a few bits of bread soaking in the broth for Sugar to enjoy. Pushing the bowl to the side for the dragonling to have at it, he nibbles at the inside of his cheek and considers. "I think that's a conversation we should have with him when we see him next," he suggests. "I know he likes school, so there might be a reason he wants to stay longer. If he could decide to stay in Stormbreak, he can decide this."
And besides, honestly? There are much more interesting things starting to happen across the table. Ronin has no idea what he's meant to do as Remi widens his posture, and so he simply shakes his head in response to the question. "There is nothing wrong with your balls," he informs him. "And I have no problem taking care of them right now, if you're concerned about their colour." He says nothing of the food colouring, because he doesn't actually know what he got. With Ronin's luck they are all blue.
And besides, honestly? There are much more interesting things starting to happen across the table. Ronin has no idea what he's meant to do as Remi widens his posture, and so he simply shakes his head in response to the question. "There is nothing wrong with your balls," he informs him. "And I have no problem taking care of them right now, if you're concerned about their colour." He says nothing of the food colouring, because he doesn't actually know what he got. With Ronin's luck they are all blue.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
