RONIN
"Exclusively?" Ronin grins, knowing well their varied prowess in the dreamworld, albeit in different aspects. He leaves that hanging so he can continue to work on The Northaven, ensuring her exterior at the very least is in ship shape. Looking all too self-satisfied as his husband finds out for himself how strong the liquor in Torchline can be (or, more rightly, is reminded of that fact), Ronin mosies on over to the paint and hunkers down.
"That's a good point," he agrees about the waves. "We can probably sand and paint her hull if we bring her ashore too." As for the turbulence in the weather, he wrinkles his nose out towards the white-caps. "I wonder if it has anything to do with all the other weird shit going on," he mutters. "Like what Deimos mentioned?"
"That's a good point," he agrees about the waves. "We can probably sand and paint her hull if we bring her ashore too." As for the turbulence in the weather, he wrinkles his nose out towards the white-caps. "I wonder if it has anything to do with all the other weird shit going on," he mutters. "Like what Deimos mentioned?"
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