maybe we’re just ghosts

”You absolutely should be worrying now,” Ronin informs his friend cheerfully, lighting the way up the stairs and beckoning for his nimbus to follow, the cloud whisking Sunjata after him so they could both survey the damage. He has to take a couple of long, deep breaths to get the glowing under control, and his grin is a just a little bashful as he shrugs to the Arbiter. ”Since forever. Only happens when I feel strong emotions.” He bounces his eyebrows at him. Hunting around for this broken window or leak in the roof, the Star snorts and peeks over a pile of boxes at Sunjata with a wicked glint in his eyes. ”Glorified policeman,” he teases him. ”I was a Lieutenant, then a Captain, and I was about to become General of the Storm when I fell through a hole in reality and ended up here.” His humble way of saying it was different, yes. ”But I suppose they’re similar enough. Anyway, when’s the big day? I need to know so I can plan your bachelor party.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression