there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin, regrettably, is already very much there.
Wrinkling his nose as he stands on one of the dryer parts of the beach (he does not want to dip his toes in any purple goo, thank you, and he's not keen to know what happens if he tries), he glances up only at the faint sound of Flora's voice.
With arms folded across his chest and looking very much as if he'd have preferred to be left out of this particular clean up endeavour, he nonetheless knows it's what's best for Torchline. That, and Flora has asked him.
So, you know. Duh.
"Hey," he calls once he spots the Doubletake and the Messenger, dropping his arms to his sides and meandering a little closer to where they're walking. "So you're sure I can't just set it on fire and call it a day?"
Wrinkling his nose as he stands on one of the dryer parts of the beach (he does not want to dip his toes in any purple goo, thank you, and he's not keen to know what happens if he tries), he glances up only at the faint sound of Flora's voice.
With arms folded across his chest and looking very much as if he'd have preferred to be left out of this particular clean up endeavour, he nonetheless knows it's what's best for Torchline. That, and Flora has asked him.
So, you know. Duh.
"Hey," he calls once he spots the Doubletake and the Messenger, dropping his arms to his sides and meandering a little closer to where they're walking. "So you're sure I can't just set it on fire and call it a day?"
RONIN
