the dark star
Sunjata looks like shit, and Ronin isn't remotely surprised. "I promise, it's just me," he says, smiling warmly and juggling the items as he steps inside, having to inch past wings and talons. "Gods, Jata - want to intimidate a guy with no abilities a little more?" he teases, moving to place everything down and shaking the bottle as if to ask if the Flood can fetch glasses.
"This," he says, "is me coming to tell you I'm in Torchline for LongNight. This is also me telling you it's been a long ass time since I had some good Torcher food, and I want you to join me and stop me eating all of it." He takes the cover off the tray to reveal barbecued wings and ribs, baked potatoes and other roasted vegetables, as well as a variety of seafood. Surf and turf at its finest.
"I also came with a message from Remi."
"This," he says, "is me coming to tell you I'm in Torchline for LongNight. This is also me telling you it's been a long ass time since I had some good Torcher food, and I want you to join me and stop me eating all of it." He takes the cover off the tray to reveal barbecued wings and ribs, baked potatoes and other roasted vegetables, as well as a variety of seafood. Surf and turf at its finest.
"I also came with a message from Remi."
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
