RONIN
The feelings that warble through their bond already have a half-smile tugging at Ronin's lips, but he manages to stifle it in lieu of the situation at hand. "Are you working?" he wants to know, stepping forward as if to tactfully place himself between the Lullaby and the shaman. (Maybe it's for her protection. Maybe it's because he's jealous that she's seeing Remi naked. Who knows?)
He's about to introduce himself when Remi does it for him, and he raises his eyebrows over his shoulder as if to ask when they have ever announced their divinity like this. Maybe he is working, after all. "You can just call me Ronin," he says to the stranger, keeping his posture open and his tone warm. "And you're right, of course. You're not a toy, you're a person. Perhaps we can all start over?"
He's about to introduce himself when Remi does it for him, and he raises his eyebrows over his shoulder as if to ask when they have ever announced their divinity like this. Maybe he is working, after all. "You can just call me Ronin," he says to the stranger, keeping his posture open and his tone warm. "And you're right, of course. You're not a toy, you're a person. Perhaps we can all start over?"
one more wish for you
