the things we hold are always the first to go
Affectionately snapping his teeth at Remi as his hair is pulled, Ronin nonetheless vows to keep better focus on their conversation, though he does lean in to brush his nose against the Lullaby's. "I bet she would come over and pet our hair and tell us fairytales until we fell asleep if we asked," he counters. "We could even request any stories with bleeding trees in them. We can say it's for science." Well, Remi can say that. Vai would believe it if the alchemist says it.
A shiver runs down the back of his spine at the attention, but compliant relaxation has been fully coaxed away by the subject of their talk, and the Huntsman's fingers still against Remi's back as well. "I didn't realise that the Collegium had changed its curriculum," he says slowly, his emotions colouring a sickly blue-yellow at the realisation that the assault on the Tower had caused such a profound ripple effect. Something he ought to be aware of, right?
Opening his mouth and then promptly closing it again, the colours of his emotions bloom together into a shameful sort of green as the truth of it all begins to dawn on him. "We're really fucking things up with him, aren't we?" he says sadly.
A shiver runs down the back of his spine at the attention, but compliant relaxation has been fully coaxed away by the subject of their talk, and the Huntsman's fingers still against Remi's back as well. "I didn't realise that the Collegium had changed its curriculum," he says slowly, his emotions colouring a sickly blue-yellow at the realisation that the assault on the Tower had caused such a profound ripple effect. Something he ought to be aware of, right?
Opening his mouth and then promptly closing it again, the colours of his emotions bloom together into a shameful sort of green as the truth of it all begins to dawn on him. "We're really fucking things up with him, aren't we?" he says sadly.
