RONIN
the white knight
Ronin is taking full advantage of the hot coffee before things heat up too much for it to be tolerable any longer; with a steaming cup in hand and his dark hair still impossibly mussed from sleep, the Knight waves across to Hadama in the surf as he enjoys his caffeine injection. "I'll be right with you!" he calls. A shell collecting competition seems both wildly out of place and also exactly what people might need after the events of the past few days, and after gulping down the dregs of his coffee, Ronin sets his cup to one side and rolls his shoulders.
The Knight is dressed, today, in a pair of bright blue swimming trunks adorned with pink jellyfish, though he hopes he doesn't find any of them for real while wading through the shallows this morning. Tucking a basket under one arm, he pads across the sand and leans down to collect a broad, pearlescent shell, turning it in the sun to admire before claiming it as his own.
The Knight is dressed, today, in a pair of bright blue swimming trunks adorned with pink jellyfish, though he hopes he doesn't find any of them for real while wading through the shallows this morning. Tucking a basket under one arm, he pads across the sand and leans down to collect a broad, pearlescent shell, turning it in the sun to admire before claiming it as his own.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
