RONIN
Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. Ronin could at least sound amused about it, though the work is proving to be thankless and with a helluva lot of difficulties. Still, there are no longer any ants to worry about and so he persists with his digging, hooves stirring up sand and cracking through compact dirt, attempting to get to the hole he started in the beginning. (Hopefully sans ants, this time).
A pipe? he repeats to Deimos, glancing up with horns aglow and a nose coated in sand. He should be so lucky to find something like that, what with their luck so far. How about you, Jata? Any further along?
Ronin keeps on keepin’ on, lmao.
A pipe? he repeats to Deimos, glancing up with horns aglow and a nose coated in sand. He should be so lucky to find something like that, what with their luck so far. How about you, Jata? Any further along?
Ronin keeps on keepin’ on, lmao.
