Hello, Gorgeous

whilst swinging melodic cudgel within ivory hands, he continued onwards placing one foot before the other allowing the calls of his elder to soon die out within the circus of noise elevating from the market stalls between them. though roman spoke so freely of his thievery, he had yet to notice the wallet that the younger had nabbed from him merely seconds ago. 

though he hardly cared for thievery ( that was truly em’s thing ) he fingered through the lien within the wallet, soon discarding it over his shoulder as he stuffed the wad of cash within his pocket && continued towards the bustle of stalls. hopefully he could worm himself between others, losing roman was the top priority here, although he gave a slight wary thought towards perhaps the thought of being subjected to another punishment from cinder.

He cursed him under his breath, noting that the other was heading towards a pizza place. Really? What a child... a petulant, impossible, spoilt, child.

With great difficulty he counted to ten in his head and took a deep breath before following the slate haired teen into the pizzeria. 

Though his features remained sober, she took it upon herself to make quick note that he was not truly reprimanding her, yet she cannot help but to give an almost quizzical look. “Am I forgiven if I pay you back?” In truth, she cannot find it in herself to feel sincere remorse over her antics, however she holds the utmost respect for Roman himself and urges herself to at least make sure. After all, it isn’t as if she can understand her rights from her wrongs anyways, and some days he was rather.. hesitant with her tendencies. Suddenly, her thoughts reel back to her previous intentions and a petulant whine escapes her. “I’m supposed to be making you food, you’re distracting me. How can you stay as handsome as you are if you don’t eat right?” It does not escape her that he can take care of himself on his own, but she brushes this off without a second thought. He is hers to protect, even with such simple tasks as to make sure he ends his day with a full stomach. Despite her best efforts, she finds her mind wandering again and silently curses her short attention span, drumming her fingers against the polished surface of the table impatiently. 

“Go head, make me something to eat if it will make you happy. I don’t deny your cooking, you know that,” he pushed his chair back and lifted his feet to rest them on the desk, his heels digging in next to where Neo’s carving lay - he was careful to make sure he didn’t ruin her masterpiece.

When her scythe clashes against Roman’s weapon, she cringes at the sound of the materials scraping together as it grates against her ears. The sound alone isn’t enough to distract her however as she shifted her feet in preparation for another attack against him, only for her to slightly lose her balance when he pulled his weapon from hers. She stumbles in her stance but is met with the barrel of his cane, and realizes just a second too late that she had perhaps made the wrong move.

The sudden blast from his cane sends her flying backwards as she yelps from being thrown off and away from him so quickly. As her back connects with the ground, she tumbles for only a moment until she stops and braces herself against the pavement. How could she have forgotten about the blast that Roman’s weapon was capable of firing? Ruby is glad her aura cushioned the blow but she knew she had made a mistake. She was being too reckless—but how could she not be when this man, this criminal was still at large. She had to do something—

Roman’s face splits into a teeth baring smirk, a slither of white painted across his face. His eyes land on her scythe almost in-sync with Ruby’s own trailing gaze. He runs towards it, slamming both his foot and the blunt of his weapon on to it, keeping it firmly pressed against the floor.

CRACK

Yang could feel her fist colliding with the very bridge of Roman’s nose. but with the few brief seconds that followed the wind would’ve stood still, the resulting force from her punch would be more than enough to send someone flying!

He was dazed and confused, able to feel the significant chink in his aura. Virid eyes blinked rapidly, trying to bring them into focus as he pulled his body into a sitting position.

When he looked up, there were two fuzzy images of the furious blond before him.

“What do you mean more in common?” She spoke, as she swiftly pulled Myrtenaster from its holster. She wasn’t going to take any chances, better to be ready than to be pushed back by some low-life, scumbag like Roman Torchwick.

He paused briefly, before he placed his cane in front of him, both hands rested on the hilt in a deliberately relaxed position.