maybe we’re just ghosts

Ronin bounces his eyebrows at Sunjata as he finally sits down, as if to tell him better, right? before he starts going about filling the buckets and trudging outside with them. He listens as he works, brow furrowing, the hunter’s serious concern bleeding into pure confusion as the story tumbles out. ”He handed you a lightning rod,” he repeats. ”That doesn’t sound like Deimos.” But Sunjata certainly looks like he was... electrocuted, or some shit. Letting out a low whistle, he looks his friend up and down in a markedly different fashion to the one his previous flexing suggested, making sure he’s okay, before he returns to emptying the Slagveld of water. ”Look all you like - so long as you don’t keel over in front of me, I really don’t mind.” He flashes him a grin. ”You think there’s anything we can do to stop it flooding again?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression