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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Sugar growled her unhappiness, Ronin nuzzling her gently and scoffing. "Hey, he didn't mean it," he tried. "If you think about it he was really swearing at me through you." But then he heard the alchemist step out of the guildhall, Ronin swallowing uncertainly and turning to glance over his shoulder - a good thing, too, because Remi all but staggered towards him, and it gave the ex-captain a little time to turn fully around. With a dragonling trilling her glee at having Remi convinced (and utterly refusing to move even if it meant she would be squashed between them), Ronin was able to get his arms around the other man in return. His throat was too tight to speak, at least at first, and he all but clutched for the back of Remi's shirt, barking out a laugh at the question. "Hi, Remi," he murmured. "I... well. I'm less naked than I was. Safrin pulled my star down and I fell. I need some trousers, though." And he'd probably get them, sometime today. But for now Remi would be hard pressed to remove himself from Ronin's embrace, the guildmaster pressing his cheek aaginst the alchemist's unruly curls and closing his eyes. "How is she?" he asked eventually. "Thank you, for being such a good father to her."