the white knight
"Hadama - hey," Ronin calls out in greeting, the Knight emerging through the steam with a casual wave, barefoot and with a towel slung over his shoulder. Today his swim shorts are decorated with little octopi, not that Remi is anywhere to be seen to admire them, and after setting down his towel and stretching his arms above his head, he slowly slips into the steaming water. "Gods, it's hot," he says, clearly meaning the season in general rather than the springs, because, well, duh.
"Still, at least you can expect it here, huh?" Grinning and settling himself against a jut of stone opposite the Tidebreaker, Ronin lets a combination of the water and the heated rock start to loosen perpetually tight muscles, offering Hadama a friendly smile and relaxing into the hotsprings. "Alright, it was a bit of a flight here but I'll admit you picked a good spot," he tells him. "Anyway - what can I do for you?"
"Still, at least you can expect it here, huh?" Grinning and settling himself against a jut of stone opposite the Tidebreaker, Ronin lets a combination of the water and the heated rock start to loosen perpetually tight muscles, offering Hadama a friendly smile and relaxing into the hotsprings. "Alright, it was a bit of a flight here but I'll admit you picked a good spot," he tells him. "Anyway - what can I do for you?"
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
