RONIN
the dark star
"Wouldn't that have been lovely? I doubt I would have wanted to get control of myself if that had been the case." Really, Ronin thinks it might have been a decent lesson to learn. Not so great for having to control himself by being cruel, though. He continues to pluck the petals away from the flower, letting them flutter to the ground like drops of ink. To anyone watching, they must make quite the whimsical sight - especially with the bark of laughter that Ronin lets out at Amalia's comment.
"I don't give a fuck about the Eye," he informs her breezily, finishing with the petals and tossing the flower over his shoulder as if it's nothing. Then there's a pause, where Ronin tries to figure out what's happened, and he rubs at the back of his head curiously. "...I just really feel like ice cream," he tells Amalia, his feet already taking him away from the statue. "Want to come?"
"I don't give a fuck about the Eye," he informs her breezily, finishing with the petals and tossing the flower over his shoulder as if it's nothing. Then there's a pause, where Ronin tries to figure out what's happened, and he rubs at the back of his head curiously. "...I just really feel like ice cream," he tells Amalia, his feet already taking him away from the statue. "Want to come?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
