is there a price to burn this paradise?
Well that’s a nifty little trick. Ronin yelps as Sunjata’s leg starts to wrap around his gods damned arm, the Star actually trying to shake him off for a second or two before realising what’s going on. ”You son of a bitch,” he laughs, relaxing now at least and letting the cobra worm his way up his arm and shoulder.
”Yes, actually. Even more than I did before.” Grinning and assuming their sparring match to be over, Ronin is already ducking under the ropes, assuming Jata will go wherever his snake-fuckery tells him to go. Still, he lets out a gasp at the forked tongue that flicks against his temple, Ronin already moving to sit on a crate and unwrap his hands. ”Kisses, Jata? You’re engaged and I am married,” he informs him, scandalised by the whole ordeal.
”No no. I’m afraid our forbidden love must remain just that. I’m crushed too, I know.”
”Yes, actually. Even more than I did before.” Grinning and assuming their sparring match to be over, Ronin is already ducking under the ropes, assuming Jata will go wherever his snake-fuckery tells him to go. Still, he lets out a gasp at the forked tongue that flicks against his temple, Ronin already moving to sit on a crate and unwrap his hands. ”Kisses, Jata? You’re engaged and I am married,” he informs him, scandalised by the whole ordeal.
”No no. I’m afraid our forbidden love must remain just that. I’m crushed too, I know.”
