RONIN
”Yes, Remi. Your constant ass.” Ronin snorted, arching an eyebrow down at the pancake as if it was going to miraculously jump back up and into the pan. It didn’t, and the hunter turned around (they could clean it up later) to try again.
”There is nothing wrong with my pancake handling skills,” he informed the other man. ”The first one always needs to end up on the floor, it’s lucky.” Or at least it was on this occasion. Ronin certainly felt lucky, anyway. Come what may, whatever darkness that might be closing in, this morning felt... perfect, in a word.
~FIN
”There is nothing wrong with my pancake handling skills,” he informed the other man. ”The first one always needs to end up on the floor, it’s lucky.” Or at least it was on this occasion. Ronin certainly felt lucky, anyway. Come what may, whatever darkness that might be closing in, this morning felt... perfect, in a word.
~FIN
