there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Mm, I feel like if it was still lava it might have crossed the line from memory mud into something else entirely." Something that has people running at it with buckets of water and/or pitchforks. Very content to keep Remi's warmth against his side, especially as the clouds gather anew overhead, Ronin can't help the boyish laugh that bursts out of him at the prospect of a giant mud dick terrorising the Hollowed Grounds.
(And now I'm gonna make a thread for it and you know it).
"That image alone is going to keep me entertained all Flowerbirth, you know," he tells Remi, leaning closer in turn so they're strolling the shoreline with their heads together like two gossipy teenagers. "I really don't know," he confesses. "If he is, I feel like Flora is far too stubborn to just let it be that." Grimacing - because that isn't good for either Kai or Flora - he's regrettably distracted by the sight of something slorping up ahead in the fog.
"Think that's our mud monster?"
(And now I'm gonna make a thread for it and you know it).
"That image alone is going to keep me entertained all Flowerbirth, you know," he tells Remi, leaning closer in turn so they're strolling the shoreline with their heads together like two gossipy teenagers. "I really don't know," he confesses. "If he is, I feel like Flora is far too stubborn to just let it be that." Grimacing - because that isn't good for either Kai or Flora - he's regrettably distracted by the sight of something slorping up ahead in the fog.
"Think that's our mud monster?"
RONIN
