we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"It's nice," Ronin admits, all of his eloquence summarily destroyed by the potency of the blushberries in his drink - a drink that, while it really does taste good, he is not keen to take another sip of, thank you very much. Taking another deep breath and letting it out again, he's suddenly grateful for his demigodly constitution, because the blush is already starting to fade from his cheeks.
Awkwardly swiping a hand back through his hair, he's nonetheless enthralled by the unmistakeable companionship he sees forming between Doubletake and hatchling, and his smile takes on a little more of its usual charm. "Mm, almost like there are feelings that aren't yours creeping in?" he agrees - his smugness has drawn Sugar down from the rafters (because of course it has), the pale dragon looping around his shoulders like a winged scarf.
"You're not allergic, otherwise you'd never have made it through your reopening," he points out, given that she'd been using the ice machine present between them all night. "I think you've found yourself a companion."
Awkwardly swiping a hand back through his hair, he's nonetheless enthralled by the unmistakeable companionship he sees forming between Doubletake and hatchling, and his smile takes on a little more of its usual charm. "Mm, almost like there are feelings that aren't yours creeping in?" he agrees - his smugness has drawn Sugar down from the rafters (because of course it has), the pale dragon looping around his shoulders like a winged scarf.
"You're not allergic, otherwise you'd never have made it through your reopening," he points out, given that she'd been using the ice machine present between them all night. "I think you've found yourself a companion."
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
