we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Groaning and rolling his eyes, Ronin lowers his voice to a secretive hush that will make absolutely no difference given the proximity of his companion and leans forward to share the secret with Flora. "Definitely Sugar, but your dad is more dramatic about it," he whispers, grinning and sitting back just as Flora and Spice get all weird in a familiar sort of way. "Oh?" Ronin's smile is suddenly knowing, but before he can comment further on it, he's seized by the blushberry cocktail.
And thus Flora will see the Supernova flush from the apples of his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears, Ronin clearing his throat and awkwardly averting his gaze. "It's strong," he tells her. "Not that it doesn't taste good, though! What else did you put in there?" Smooth dad moment, activate.
And thus Flora will see the Supernova flush from the apples of his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears, Ronin clearing his throat and awkwardly averting his gaze. "It's strong," he tells her. "Not that it doesn't taste good, though! What else did you put in there?" Smooth dad moment, activate.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
