it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Wakey wakey," Ronin announces as he swans through the kitchen, looping his apron over his head and tying it behind his waist in a movement so fluid it's clear it's been done a hundred times before. He's clearly expecting an eggs and bakey! in response by the way his eyebrows raise towards Remi. It doesn't actually matter whether it's morning or not; what matters is that they've both gotten more than two hours of sleep, their children have been let loose on the world (with supervision in the form of Ronin's duplicate, though he doubts Carlo and Calan are aware of that much), and it's time for breakfast.
Which is eggs and bacon, if the Bastion hasn't gotten on board with that just yet. "How did you sleep?" he asks as he rustles about with their pots and pans, ensuring there's also a pot of coffee starting to brew. "Speaking of which, I was thinking of going to Vi later on today to ask about that weird stuff in the Peepholes. I've not seen anything be able to put you down like that in a long time." His voice lowers a touch here, movements growing a little less animated as he recalls their time in the Oerwoud.
Which is eggs and bacon, if the Bastion hasn't gotten on board with that just yet. "How did you sleep?" he asks as he rustles about with their pots and pans, ensuring there's also a pot of coffee starting to brew. "Speaking of which, I was thinking of going to Vi later on today to ask about that weird stuff in the Peepholes. I've not seen anything be able to put you down like that in a long time." His voice lowers a touch here, movements growing a little less animated as he recalls their time in the Oerwoud.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
