little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving They enter the shop and Ronin accepts the coat from his projection before he dismisses it, so as not to unnecessarily freak out those who are enjoying their drinks. "See, I understand that point of view. I just don't necessarily agree with it," Ronin says with a grin; he and Seraphina are alike in that respect, too, and the Star will often indulge himself when he finds the time or inclination. With their cocoa ordered, he joins her at the counter and inhales deeply, enjoying the scents and the warmth of the place. "Mm, I like to sketch with charcoal," he explains. "I paint when I get the chance, but I'm not sure my room at the Dragon's Nest will hold even a small canvas. Although, if you know of anywhere I might be able to paint, I'll owe you one." Glancing up, he smiles and nods to the barista that sets their drinks down, Ronin thinking nothing of picking them up since Sera hasn't yet noticed. "Shall we?"