we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
A disaster zone: that's what the shop looks like, full of seeds and viscera and the corpses of their foes, as though a truly monumental battle has been done and not the absolute desolation of a set of wayward gourds. Amalia makes her way to a sink as Ronin goes for mop, washing her hands and wiping the blood off her neck as best she can.
She's ready to help with the cleanup, buuuut... "Tea it is," Amalia agrees with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her predictable friend. "And maybe I can whip us up some lunch while you clean. Something with pumpkin, perhaps?"
{fin <3}
She's ready to help with the cleanup, buuuut... "Tea it is," Amalia agrees with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her predictable friend. "And maybe I can whip us up some lunch while you clean. Something with pumpkin, perhaps?"
{fin <3}
Amalia
