there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin, predictably, has quite a lot of opinions about earthworms and scarves, and he's quite incapable of voicing any of them as he's forced to lean some of his weight against Remi, huffing out a laugh that's as pained and surprised as it is amused. "If he is watching, I hope he found it as funny as it probably looked," he wheezes, grasping the Bastion's shoulder and gingerly rolling his own. It sings with pain, leaving his arm feeling heavy and a little numb, and honestly, Ronin deserves every buzzing nerve for turning his back on an axe he knows acts like a boomerang.
"Well," he says, just about managing to straighten up, "I'll consider myself suitably embarrassed by that. Do you want to get out of here and never mention it again?" Maybe? Please? "I'll buy you dinner and everything. No pineapple or earthworms need to be involved." The frost fox is invited though, if it really wants to come.
"Well," he says, just about managing to straighten up, "I'll consider myself suitably embarrassed by that. Do you want to get out of here and never mention it again?" Maybe? Please? "I'll buy you dinner and everything. No pineapple or earthworms need to be involved." The frost fox is invited though, if it really wants to come.
RONIN
