RONIN
the dark star
"Is that what they call it when you aren't born with charisma, so they stretch you instead?" Ronin bounces his eyebrows at Sunjata, though he's happy to concede to a break, especially given that his chest hurts more from laughing now than their sparring match. Staying where he's sprawled out as well, he gets his elbows under him so he can gaze across at his friend - and swat a handful of sand at him for good measure.
They're both little more than tattooed slabs of scar tissue at this point, and he swears that if he'd ended up with a younger brother, Sunjata would make a good fit. "I wAs SiX," he shoots back in a high-pitched mockery of the other man's voice, though of course his own accent makes a warped mess of Sunjata's. "Gods, wouldn't it be a travesty? Some people can pull off being just tall enough, but you? I reckon you'd get a complex about it," he says with a grin, eventually pushing himself up to sit.
"Reckon you gave me a concussion," he says with no small hint of pride, rubbing at the back of his head and wincing. "You been practising that? If you have, it's paying off."
They're both little more than tattooed slabs of scar tissue at this point, and he swears that if he'd ended up with a younger brother, Sunjata would make a good fit. "I wAs SiX," he shoots back in a high-pitched mockery of the other man's voice, though of course his own accent makes a warped mess of Sunjata's. "Gods, wouldn't it be a travesty? Some people can pull off being just tall enough, but you? I reckon you'd get a complex about it," he says with a grin, eventually pushing himself up to sit.
"Reckon you gave me a concussion," he says with no small hint of pride, rubbing at the back of his head and wincing. "You been practising that? If you have, it's paying off."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
