RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Fizzies to the left of me, taters to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Ronin is just wiping the mashed potato off his cheek (and into his mouth) when he's splashed by the drink, and his grumble of outrage is half-assed at best. "Nooo, your crown!" he manages to Remi as he becomes a wraith, and the jauntily placed crown flops straight through the Lullaby's ethereal form.
Then glittergate happens, and Ronin will be tasting it for weeks. Will be finding it in his pants and buttcrack and everywhere else for weeks. So he does the reasonable thing and grabs a plate of wobbly jello, lobbing it directly at Sunjata.
Ronin is just wiping the mashed potato off his cheek (and into his mouth) when he's splashed by the drink, and his grumble of outrage is half-assed at best. "Nooo, your crown!" he manages to Remi as he becomes a wraith, and the jauntily placed crown flops straight through the Lullaby's ethereal form.
Then glittergate happens, and Ronin will be tasting it for weeks. Will be finding it in his pants and buttcrack and everywhere else for weeks. So he does the reasonable thing and grabs a plate of wobbly jello, lobbing it directly at Sunjata.
show me your darkness.
