maybe we’re just ghosts

”There is a huge difference between sort of and actual military training, Sunjata.” Ronin snorts, shaking his head and mopping around the edges of the walls now as they speak. He’s pleased with how the ground floor is starting to look. It’s a lot better than when they first came in, put it that way. He’s just considering going upstairs to check out those aforementioned boxes when his friend - gasp - pops the fucking question. Ronin pauses, mop in hand, head tilted as if to wonder what Jata is getting at to begin with. He already knew the Flood would be having an intimate ceremony and a huge, phenomenally messy reception if Ronin had anything to do with it - so to be a) invited and b) invited to be best man? The pulse of starlight that radiates out of him gives it away far before he says anything. ”It would be my honour,” he informs him with a very wicked smile indeed. ”Suddenly your wedding just got a lot more interesting, Jata.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression