RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
The cord vanishes, the invitation parts a veil that Ronin has been aware of but trying not to notice, and he's free to come and go as he likes. In his mind he can already see it; returning Remi's pathetically golden smile with one as crooked as any demon's; disappearing into the shadows to regroup; attacking the angel outright on his own turf. It would be easy for him - nay, expected of him.
Maybe that's why there's a small part of him that feels gleeful not to do those things. Instead, running his tongue across his teeth and giving a curt nod to the angel (not gratitude, acknowledgement, okay?), Ronin steps across the threshold of the shop and further still, drinking in the details afforded to him by his darkvision.
"Huh," he murmurs softly, brows furrowed. "You can turn on the lights." he continues. "Nothing is... well. I don't know if anything has been taken for sure. But someone has certainly gone through the place." It's the most polite and meticulous ransacking Ronin has ever seen; artifacts and documents have been carefully stacked and moved around, the thief evidently taking great care not to damage anything.
Maybe that's why there's a small part of him that feels gleeful not to do those things. Instead, running his tongue across his teeth and giving a curt nod to the angel (not gratitude, acknowledgement, okay?), Ronin steps across the threshold of the shop and further still, drinking in the details afforded to him by his darkvision.
"Huh," he murmurs softly, brows furrowed. "You can turn on the lights." he continues. "Nothing is... well. I don't know if anything has been taken for sure. But someone has certainly gone through the place." It's the most polite and meticulous ransacking Ronin has ever seen; artifacts and documents have been carefully stacked and moved around, the thief evidently taking great care not to damage anything.
because the world is on fire
