you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Hey, it's alright," Ronin assures her, still smiling and reaching out to rest his hands on her shoulders. "That's why we practiced with my projection, right? And between you and me, your aim is incredible. I just hope you never do try to throw one of those at me for real." Giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before dropping his hands, Ronin doesn't look at his adopted daughter's cleavage, instead turning to peruse his husband's gin selection.
"You can probably leave the headlocks to the muscle you hire to keep this place peaceful," he agrees, grinning over his shoulder. "Want me to show you a cocktail we've been practicing up at the Cordillera? I've been calling it an Alpina, because it's magical, but it feels like someone has just headbutted you in the morning."
"You can probably leave the headlocks to the muscle you hire to keep this place peaceful," he agrees, grinning over his shoulder. "Want me to show you a cocktail we've been practicing up at the Cordillera? I've been calling it an Alpina, because it's magical, but it feels like someone has just headbutted you in the morning."
RONIN
