maybe we’re just ghosts

”Oh yes. And what you see when the fields outside light up. And my porch. And sometimes the kitchen. Occasionally the sky overhead.” Ronin runs his tongue along his teeth, his grin utterly shit-eating by this point, though Sunjata will be pleased to note that the pane that falls out of the window smacks the Star on the back of the head. Serves him bloody right. ”Well that was just rude,” Ronin informs it, thankful that the thing hadn’t broken and carefully wrestling it up and against one wall. Rubbing at his neck, he nods to the other man, still managing to seem smug even after being given a dose of karma. ”You make sure you do. Day before you’re promised to Nate and Hotaru forever, you’re all mine,” he informs him with a wicked laugh. ”Reckon it’ll be best if I just board up this window for now. We can sort it properly once the rain stops?” he suggests. But back to the party planning. Ronin titters to himself, grabbing some boards of wood and some nails from leftover materials in the corner. ”The unexpected,” he informs him. ”You can be assured that you’ll be very hungover for your wedding. I promise that I won’t put you on a ship somewhere.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression