we live in a world someone else imagined
"Better to have it and never need it than the other way around," Ronin reasons, though honestly, at this point he's just saying things for the sake of it rather than because it makes any sense or because he's paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth. It's a difficult thing, concentration, when his pants want to tent and the woman before him is taking her hair out of its fastenings and shaking it over her shoulders in a carelessly attractive way that he's never seen a guy achieve.
With a smile, he brushes off his own clothes as well, resisting the urge to rest his hands in his pockets lest he cut off the circulation to important places (it's tight enough down there already, thanks). "I should have known the Artificer would be good at organisation," he murmurs, before glancing around at the training grounds. "Me? I've got dummies to finish making. I work to my own schedule, so I can fill my time as I like. You've left me with a bit of a problem to take care of, though, so I'll probably deal with that first."
She knows exactly what he means. The hell she doesn't.
With a smile, he brushes off his own clothes as well, resisting the urge to rest his hands in his pockets lest he cut off the circulation to important places (it's tight enough down there already, thanks). "I should have known the Artificer would be good at organisation," he murmurs, before glancing around at the training grounds. "Me? I've got dummies to finish making. I work to my own schedule, so I can fill my time as I like. You've left me with a bit of a problem to take care of, though, so I'll probably deal with that first."
She knows exactly what he means. The hell she doesn't.
the dark star
