RONIN
Barely feeling the soft shift of weight in his crown of antlers, Ronin does at least spy his husband's crimson feathers fluttering a little closer, adjusting the trajectory of his cookie crumb feeding accordingly. "Mm, and as well as we can be since we got it," he agrees with Remi, nodding towards Deimos. "How are things up in Halo with you?" Feeling the tension suddenly flood from his shoulders where it had been subconsciously been building, he'd cast a reproachful glare up to the Bastion were it not for the joyful aura that suffuses the air around him. (It sort of makes it redundant).
"Did he tell you?" he continues with a raise of his brows, regarding Sunjata and his infection. "Or do we have something now that's capable of telling us if someone has been affected by the void?" He offers a slightly apologetic smile at the barrage of questions to Deimos, quickly eating a bite of cookie to stop any others spilling forth just yet.
"Did he tell you?" he continues with a raise of his brows, regarding Sunjata and his infection. "Or do we have something now that's capable of telling us if someone has been affected by the void?" He offers a slightly apologetic smile at the barrage of questions to Deimos, quickly eating a bite of cookie to stop any others spilling forth just yet.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
