RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
"Oh, well I do consider myself mistaken," Ronin murmurs, sipping at his wine as Remi sets himself up with a bubbly champagne flute. "That's a shame, though, because I do have a box to sit in for the evening. And if you had been here to join me, we might have enjoyed the play from it. I suppose I'll just have to wave to you from the balcony." Shrugging and resting a casual hand in his pants pocket, he watches as people begin to file into the theatre proper.
"Stale cinnamon is a new one - I prefer my misdeeds to smell like peanut butter," he drawls. "I tempted Juliet to use real poison in her final scene, that's all." And it's with glittering eyes that he waits for Remi to not realise he's joking. "Anyway, shall we?"
"Stale cinnamon is a new one - I prefer my misdeeds to smell like peanut butter," he drawls. "I tempted Juliet to use real poison in her final scene, that's all." And it's with glittering eyes that he waits for Remi to not realise he's joking. "Anyway, shall we?"
because the world is on fire
