RONIN
the dark star
Ronin ends up with a mouthful of sand, which is entirely his own fault for grinning like an idiot at Sunjata when he kicks it all his way. Spluttering and spitting into the sand as well, he wipes at his face and lets himself sit and breathe for a moment, only to scoff out a laugh at the beanstalk comment. "Oh, I absolutely do," he drawls. "When everyone around you is taller, you can't help but inherit a complex about it. I'm proud of it though, if that helps."
Chuckling, he finds Sunjata's playfulness naturally contagious, rolling himself over so he can push off the ground as well. Concussion or no, he still finds himself on his feet before his friend, padding over to offer him a hand up. The sparring is over, so the Flood doesn't have to worry he'll be dropped or shoved this time, Ronin drawing him up until they're both standing. "Always," he says of being thirsty. "Especially after having you punch the shit out of me. Better get some ice for that shiner too."
Chuckling, he finds Sunjata's playfulness naturally contagious, rolling himself over so he can push off the ground as well. Concussion or no, he still finds himself on his feet before his friend, padding over to offer him a hand up. The sparring is over, so the Flood doesn't have to worry he'll be dropped or shoved this time, Ronin drawing him up until they're both standing. "Always," he says of being thirsty. "Especially after having you punch the shit out of me. Better get some ice for that shiner too."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
