RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"The sign was flipped to Open, and I didn't see anyone else knocking," Ronin protests, as if that will make up for the fact that he'd brazenly decided to try his luck, nothing more. Flexing the singed hand as if reminded of the burn of celestial light, the offer of a tour is something that's as much of a surprise as anything else tonight. "Well," he says, containing his smile behind a sip of coffee, "it's hardly as though I've much else on my agenda. Why not?"
The pull of his chain does tug his legs uncrossed beneath the table, Ronin having to be careful not to spill either of their drinks as he sets his own down again, flashing black-eyed disapproval at his new captor. "A shame about your storm," he says mildly, unable to help jabbing at the failed weather.
The pull of his chain does tug his legs uncrossed beneath the table, Ronin having to be careful not to spill either of their drinks as he sets his own down again, flashing black-eyed disapproval at his new captor. "A shame about your storm," he says mildly, unable to help jabbing at the failed weather.
because the world is on fire
