RONIN
Oh, you think that will persuade Mateo to eat his vegetables, if we tell them they were murderous once? Ronin shouldn't laugh, but he absolutely does find it funny, prowling along the roof until he reaches their open bedroom window just beneath. His eyes aren't as good as Remi's for seeing in the darkness, even shifted, but darkness isn't really Ronin's thing anyway.
Brief thoughts of his husband and son are enough to have him dazzling, to show that there's nothing else trying to climb the side of their home. Deal - it's a date, he tells the alchemist, before swinging silently into the room. Windows are shut and lanterns are lit, and there's no sign of murderous pumpkins within the apartment - though there is a telltale vine snaking beneath one of their window sills that's quickly removed. Maybe Remi has a point about that.
Finally, Ronin looks in on Mateo, snoring obnoxiously in a star shape on his stomach, before he retreats back to the kitchen to wait. All good up here.
Brief thoughts of his husband and son are enough to have him dazzling, to show that there's nothing else trying to climb the side of their home. Deal - it's a date, he tells the alchemist, before swinging silently into the room. Windows are shut and lanterns are lit, and there's no sign of murderous pumpkins within the apartment - though there is a telltale vine snaking beneath one of their window sills that's quickly removed. Maybe Remi has a point about that.
Finally, Ronin looks in on Mateo, snoring obnoxiously in a star shape on his stomach, before he retreats back to the kitchen to wait. All good up here.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
