RONIN
"Mm?" Ronin looks over his shoulder, his smirk equally as crooked - there's no chance of him having misheard what Remi said, but he at least knows better than to explicitly ask him to repeat himself. "Oh well aren't you sweet." He grins as he pulls the sled over the snow. With their strength and the blades of the sled, it's relatively easy going as a man as well as a luxere, and he accepts his sips of whiskey-cocoa with a hum of appreciation.
"I'll always be your snowman," he promises the Lullaby, before inhaling sharply to hear the tale of the peppermint bark cups. "We should have gotten one!" He groans (dramatically, of course). "Maybe I can carve my own. It's like art, right? I can do that." Is he trying to convince himself? Maybe he is.
It's not long before their boat comes into view, and they can step down off the snow and onto their makeshift path. "How bad was the wood you covered up yesterday?" he asks. "Where do you want to put this new stuff?"
"I'll always be your snowman," he promises the Lullaby, before inhaling sharply to hear the tale of the peppermint bark cups. "We should have gotten one!" He groans (dramatically, of course). "Maybe I can carve my own. It's like art, right? I can do that." Is he trying to convince himself? Maybe he is.
It's not long before their boat comes into view, and they can step down off the snow and onto their makeshift path. "How bad was the wood you covered up yesterday?" he asks. "Where do you want to put this new stuff?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
