RONIN
the white knight
The world is going to shit, the void is creeping ever closer, his daughter has made a sacrifice to protect the greater good and will be putting herself in danger as a result, aaaaaaand it's Longheat. Know what that means?
Time to fire up the fuckin grill, that's what that means.
Not having sent out invites so much as he's slapped colourful fliers across the parts of Haulani and Kaiholo he frequents the most, Ronin is at least prepared for his BBQ in all the ways that count - i.e., the meat. And you name it, he's got it: barbecue chicken, pork and pineapple kebobs, plump shrimp skewers, juicy ramphire burgers, glazed ribs and wings - the list goes on. There's even some kind of shoulder of something wrapped tightly and baking in the embers of the cookfire, ready to be pulled later, along with endless corn corbs, baked potato skins, slaw and bell peppers stuffed with roasted veggies and rice.
The sun is just tipping off towards mid-afternoon where a few strips of shadow might provide some relief from the fierce heat of the day, and some brightly coloured parasols have been plunged into the sand near the smoking grill and crackling cookfire the Knight has set up. Dressed - obviously - in a pair of sky-blue swimming trunks and a red apron declaring that one must KISS THE COOK (though if you're not Remi and you try, a certain tentacled demigod might have words), Ronin might hope to have vast amounts of company, but honestly, if it's just him and all this food for the rest of the day, he's happy.
In the meantime, though, he flips a sizzling burger and peers over his sunglasses at the icebox by his feet, leaning down to grab up a beer to twist open.
Welcome to Ronin's Longheat Barbecue Bonanza! Come and pull up a chair, grab a drink, even bring something along to throw on the grill!
Most of all though, shove some protein in your face to fulfil the SE requirement. ;D
Time to fire up the fuckin grill, that's what that means.
Not having sent out invites so much as he's slapped colourful fliers across the parts of Haulani and Kaiholo he frequents the most, Ronin is at least prepared for his BBQ in all the ways that count - i.e., the meat. And you name it, he's got it: barbecue chicken, pork and pineapple kebobs, plump shrimp skewers, juicy ramphire burgers, glazed ribs and wings - the list goes on. There's even some kind of shoulder of something wrapped tightly and baking in the embers of the cookfire, ready to be pulled later, along with endless corn corbs, baked potato skins, slaw and bell peppers stuffed with roasted veggies and rice.
The sun is just tipping off towards mid-afternoon where a few strips of shadow might provide some relief from the fierce heat of the day, and some brightly coloured parasols have been plunged into the sand near the smoking grill and crackling cookfire the Knight has set up. Dressed - obviously - in a pair of sky-blue swimming trunks and a red apron declaring that one must KISS THE COOK (though if you're not Remi and you try, a certain tentacled demigod might have words), Ronin might hope to have vast amounts of company, but honestly, if it's just him and all this food for the rest of the day, he's happy.
In the meantime, though, he flips a sizzling burger and peers over his sunglasses at the icebox by his feet, leaning down to grab up a beer to twist open.
Welcome to Ronin's Longheat Barbecue Bonanza! Come and pull up a chair, grab a drink, even bring something along to throw on the grill!
Most of all though, shove some protein in your face to fulfil the SE requirement. ;D
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
