we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Well she is only a baby," Ronin points out; her feelings aren't going to be particularly nuanced at this stage, he thinks. Back in charge of his senses now, at least, he does set the blushberry cocktail to one side as if to subtly tell Flora she can find another lab rat for the next stage of her experiment, if there is one.
Together, Ronin and Sugar wear matching expressions of expectation, even as it takes Spice a moment to get the hang of what Flora wants, and when the hatchling starts her shitfuckery ambling towards the plant, the Supernova is grinning as well. "You see? Your dad thought she was going to bond to me, but I feel like I was meant to bring her here."
The plant - a cactus - does continue to nudge dangerously towards the edge of the bar, however, and Ronin instinctively reaches out to catch it as it falls. "Ouch," he mumbles as he's pricked by one of the spines, offering Flora a reproachful smile as he sets it back on the counter and shakes out his hand. "Maybe keep to frosting drinks for now?"
Together, Ronin and Sugar wear matching expressions of expectation, even as it takes Spice a moment to get the hang of what Flora wants, and when the hatchling starts her shitfuckery ambling towards the plant, the Supernova is grinning as well. "You see? Your dad thought she was going to bond to me, but I feel like I was meant to bring her here."
The plant - a cactus - does continue to nudge dangerously towards the edge of the bar, however, and Ronin instinctively reaches out to catch it as it falls. "Ouch," he mumbles as he's pricked by one of the spines, offering Flora a reproachful smile as he sets it back on the counter and shakes out his hand. "Maybe keep to frosting drinks for now?"
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
