we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
At Flora's question, an expression of genuine concern crosses Ronin's features, the Supernova taking a seat at the bar while she mixies the drink. "I don't like to think about that," he admits with a small smile, because either answer might prompt the other contender to treat it as a challenge. And living with them both is challenging enough at times, not that he'd change it for the world.
Quite happy to be labelled gross - such is the nature of his part of this relationship - he listens carefully to her instructions and nods along, already knowing very well how blushberries affect him, but if Flora insists on seeing him sheepish and embarrassed, so be it. About to cheers her right back, Ronin pauses to see Spice clumsily helping to frost his glass, the Supernova offering a grin.
"Clever girl," he croons. "Considering a future behind a bar, huh?" Reaching out to tickle the hatchling under the chin, Ronin nonetheless raises his glass and takes a generous sip of the cocktail.
Quite happy to be labelled gross - such is the nature of his part of this relationship - he listens carefully to her instructions and nods along, already knowing very well how blushberries affect him, but if Flora insists on seeing him sheepish and embarrassed, so be it. About to cheers her right back, Ronin pauses to see Spice clumsily helping to frost his glass, the Supernova offering a grin.
"Clever girl," he croons. "Considering a future behind a bar, huh?" Reaching out to tickle the hatchling under the chin, Ronin nonetheless raises his glass and takes a generous sip of the cocktail.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
