RONIN
The slow tilt of Ronin's head in response to the stranger's somewhat hurt expression is reminiscent of a child in trouble who can't quite remember why. It's equal parts confusion and panic, and given that Ronin hasn't been playing the field for some time now, this must have been a while back. "Did we? I mean - we did," he tries - badly. For someone so good at lying, the Star is failing terribly at this.
Clearing his throat, he raises his hand in placation. "Listen, it's been a while since I've been back to Torchline, and life has a habit of throwing skyports and missing daughters my way. Can you help me out a bit with your name?" He shoots her an apologetic smile.
Clearing his throat, he raises his hand in placation. "Listen, it's been a while since I've been back to Torchline, and life has a habit of throwing skyports and missing daughters my way. Can you help me out a bit with your name?" He shoots her an apologetic smile.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
