RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Ronin isn't long, returning soon enough with a crate large enough to accommodate the mata-mata, lined with straw. It smells faintly of apples, given what the Knight has dumped out in order to make use of it, but it will hopefully do for this. Still, as he returns to Everest, it's with a jaw that softly drops that he spots the aviator with the dread, abyssal creature fussing about him like a friendly cat.
"What..." he begins softly, holding the open crate out as if he has no idea what to do with it all of a sudden. "Do... Ever, do you think you could put that in here for me, please?" Ronin has questions - a lot of them - but until the mata-mata is safely contained, they'll stay locked beneath his tongue.
"What..." he begins softly, holding the open crate out as if he has no idea what to do with it all of a sudden. "Do... Ever, do you think you could put that in here for me, please?" Ronin has questions - a lot of them - but until the mata-mata is safely contained, they'll stay locked beneath his tongue.
because the world is on fire
