and on to the glory at my right hand
"Remi what the fuck--"
Ronin has only had time to put down the knife by the time he's dragged back to the desert, the Nova glancing around and shooting his husband a playfully reproachful look before, with a long, deep breath, he readies himself for what he imagines to be the most decent fight he's had in some time.
"Alright then," he mutters, nodding afresh to Noah and offering a sunny smile to Flora. "I imagine there's something big and bad out there under the sand? Let's do this." The distant (and relatively small, despite in reality being reasonably sized) landsharks still fleeing across the desert are enough of a give away, he thinks.
Ronin is pulled back and readies himself for the fight!
Ronin has only had time to put down the knife by the time he's dragged back to the desert, the Nova glancing around and shooting his husband a playfully reproachful look before, with a long, deep breath, he readies himself for what he imagines to be the most decent fight he's had in some time.
"Alright then," he mutters, nodding afresh to Noah and offering a sunny smile to Flora. "I imagine there's something big and bad out there under the sand? Let's do this." The distant (and relatively small, despite in reality being reasonably sized) landsharks still fleeing across the desert are enough of a give away, he thinks.
Ronin is pulled back and readies himself for the fight!
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