is there a price to burn this paradise?
”It has been far too long.”
Ronin needs therapy. Take that however you like - it’s still true. His kind of therapy involves a lot more beating the fuck out of stuff than talking through his problems, though, and it’s not something he’s been in any sort of state to do since Longnight. But courtesy of Safrin, he’s now ready and raring to go.
Already leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring, he wraps his hands carefully and precisely, his shirt folded over one of the chairs. There’s a bottle of whiskey next to said chair for when this is over - only seems polite, you know?
”How’ve you been keeping?” he asks as he ducks under the ropes and into the sand. They both look a lot different; both healed, both scarred anew, and Ronin has the still-fresh ink of a hawk tattoo spanning his chest, along with tell-tale bruising on his neck from an entirely different type of fighting.
Ronin needs therapy. Take that however you like - it’s still true. His kind of therapy involves a lot more beating the fuck out of stuff than talking through his problems, though, and it’s not something he’s been in any sort of state to do since Longnight. But courtesy of Safrin, he’s now ready and raring to go.
Already leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring, he wraps his hands carefully and precisely, his shirt folded over one of the chairs. There’s a bottle of whiskey next to said chair for when this is over - only seems polite, you know?
”How’ve you been keeping?” he asks as he ducks under the ropes and into the sand. They both look a lot different; both healed, both scarred anew, and Ronin has the still-fresh ink of a hawk tattoo spanning his chest, along with tell-tale bruising on his neck from an entirely different type of fighting.
