arms give away your need
Ronin is nearly done with his drink by the time Deimos walks inside, and he's contemplating another to ward off the (truly despicable) chill of the night flight when he spots the Sword. Blue eyes crinkle at the edges with his smile, and he raises his almost empty mug in Deimos's direction. "I wondered if I was going to see you tonight," he admits, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "The last time we met we mentioned meeting for a drink, so I decided to drop by."
Granted it had been more of an all-day affair than planned, what with the snowball fights and the day drinking, but he's still dropping by, right? "Are you in a rush, or can I persuade you to join me for one more?" he asks with a lopsided smile. "It's good to see you less... hellhoundy."
Granted it had been more of an all-day affair than planned, what with the snowball fights and the day drinking, but he's still dropping by, right? "Are you in a rush, or can I persuade you to join me for one more?" he asks with a lopsided smile. "It's good to see you less... hellhoundy."
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
