is there a price to burn this paradise?
Jata warms up and Ronin joins him, rolling shoulders and wrists, stretching so that he might get out of this without necessarily pulling or breaking anything. “Glad to hear it,” He advises the other man with a nod and a smirk, remembering too well a time not so long ago when they’d both been down for the count, snoozing away the hours in a blanket fort in his home. It had seemed like a good idea at the time - still did, in fact.
“Me? I’m good as new - on the outside, at least.” He can joke about it now, at least, marking the sand with his feet in a few places to make sure he can get a grip on it properly. “How are the preparations for your coming nuptials? Since you’re getting married, you can have the honour of throwing the first punch, I think.” He grins. Ronin gives the best wedding gift, in his opinion.
“Me? I’m good as new - on the outside, at least.” He can joke about it now, at least, marking the sand with his feet in a few places to make sure he can get a grip on it properly. “How are the preparations for your coming nuptials? Since you’re getting married, you can have the honour of throwing the first punch, I think.” He grins. Ronin gives the best wedding gift, in his opinion.
