follow my lead

"It sounds like we're killing monsters. I thought that was the point?" Ronin's grin was filthy and entirely intentional in the face of Remi's discomfort, though his friend would soon be able to wipe it off his face entirely. He arched an eyebrow, about to point out that stitches and a living, breathing child were actually quite different, if he thought about it, when the alchemist's hands landed on his shoulders. "Like training? I hope my child doesn't come out covered in fur-- Remi! Luckily for the alchemist-turned-raccoon, it turned out that regardless how good Ronin's parenting skills were, his reflexes could be relied upon. As his friend was replaced with a small furball, the guildmaster quickly lifted his hands to encircle them round him, careful not to hold onto him too tightly. The result was hilarious in that it sort of did look as if Ronin was carrying a little fur baby against his chest, though he was grumbling to Remi even as he mussed up his soft fur. "Training," he drawled, rolling his eyes and stepping out of the room to sneak out of the infirmary. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving