there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I mean, you do you. I can't stop you from-- whoa!" Ronin is absolutely not expecting what comes next, his eyes growing wide, the Star staggering back a couple of steps before the large furry ball connects. He goes down - because of course he does - the air knocked out of him, though it goes around the sound of his laughter. "Tobi!" he gasps, flat on his back on the ground, though his complaint is hardly that.
Still grinning broadly, he tries to wrestle the canine off him, though his hands instinctively go to scritch at the ruff of fur around her neck and behind her ears. "Is this your plan whenever you are faced with a fight? Because much as I hate to say it, it'll probably work." He beams.
Still grinning broadly, he tries to wrestle the canine off him, though his hands instinctively go to scritch at the ruff of fur around her neck and behind her ears. "Is this your plan whenever you are faced with a fight? Because much as I hate to say it, it'll probably work." He beams.
RONIN
