you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Biting at the inside of his lips to stop himself from immediately bursting into laughter as Flora tentatively climbs down from around him and then proceeds to throw a spider out of her bar, Ronin's duplicate lifts his leg to allow the little arachnid to scuttle away in safety. "I'm sure it didn't have a great time either," he points out, blinking as the feather is suddenly back in Flora's hands and finding himself even more impressed at the weapons.
"You could," he agrees, raising his eyebrows as if having expected the nuclear option and nothing less. "Leave it somewhere you don't go very often and have someone else refill the bowl, and you might get lucky." Or maybe they'll start ordering drinks at the bar - who can tell, truly?
"Anyway." Ronin's duplicate is now walking across the bar towards one of the tables. "Obviously knife throwing is going to put some dings in your walls, so you can aim at your customers if you have to, but maybe don't hit anywhere vital." Yes, it's an invitation for her to stab his projection.
"You could," he agrees, raising his eyebrows as if having expected the nuclear option and nothing less. "Leave it somewhere you don't go very often and have someone else refill the bowl, and you might get lucky." Or maybe they'll start ordering drinks at the bar - who can tell, truly?
"Anyway." Ronin's duplicate is now walking across the bar towards one of the tables. "Obviously knife throwing is going to put some dings in your walls, so you can aim at your customers if you have to, but maybe don't hit anywhere vital." Yes, it's an invitation for her to stab his projection.
RONIN
