I think I can manage being collateral damage
Leaning back with a somewhat muffled sigh, the aviator looks at the box (noting the holes, thank you), before glancing toward Ronin. "What's this for?" He wonders, sounding somewhat doubtful.
Standing, Everest dusts of the knees of his pants though doesn't take any extra time to ensure that every single atom of sand had been removed as he might normally have. "It's just an attuned thing, I suppose." He says with a shrug. Where once he might have reached for his notebook to record just a phenomenon for later research and discussion, now he merely lifts his blue gaze to scrutinize the Knight for a moment. "They do have a good sense of smell and you have just come from the training grounds." He points out, which was Everest Hart for you stink, Ronin.
Standing, Everest dusts of the knees of his pants though doesn't take any extra time to ensure that every single atom of sand had been removed as he might normally have. "It's just an attuned thing, I suppose." He says with a shrug. Where once he might have reached for his notebook to record just a phenomenon for later research and discussion, now he merely lifts his blue gaze to scrutinize the Knight for a moment. "They do have a good sense of smell and you have just come from the training grounds." He points out, which was Everest Hart for you stink, Ronin.
Even if I had to lose you to know you I'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
