Reverse bear trap

"Well that is very kind of you to say," Ronin begins, his grin seeming even sunnier for being the only part of his face currently visible. "Though I daresay the pool of people to choose from is very small to begin with - I don't know many men with a fetching hat like this." A hat that utterly refuses to be removed, he might add, the Huntsman soon giving up lest Remi decide to part the flesh on the back of his neck with the skeleton it's attached to. "Bad for whom?" he wonders. Everyone involved, really, but he can't help being a shit about it. Humming a sound of gratitude as Remi kindly parts his hair enough that he can peep out around a ringed tail, it's only now that Ronin realises he's blundering right into the river. "Hey, whoa--!" he manages just before one leg splashes right into the Stone Symphony. And in he goes - luckily his head remains quite dry. For now. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.