endless numbered days

Ronin yelped as there was suddenly a full sized human alchemist under his arm where there had been a fuzzy raccoon, and he laughed as well as he glanced down at the other man. Bouncing his eyebrows suggestively, he released him and stepped back. "Oh you would know if I were getting handsy," he informed him, letting him lean down to (rightly) scold Sugar while the guildmaster went to fetch something from upstairs. While he was gone, the dragonling in question had skittered back uncertainly as the intruder was replaced once more with a friend, and she approached him warily. Rising up onto her hind legs, she would nose as his hand and his knee and any other available part, as if to check it was really him. "She's only a baby, still," Ronin said with an affectionate grin as he returned. "But I would definitely say her manners need some work. I hope we don't come across any furry fluffballs any time soon, or I might never get her back." He carried with him a small blanket that Sugar had clearly half shredded, but she must have been attached to the thing because she scrambled up Ronin's leg to snuggle into it in moments. RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do