RONIN
THE DARK STAR
And so it goes indeed; it's the sort of work that leaves Ronin with burning muscles and sweat trickling down the back of his neck, which is saying something given that only sex with Remi really causes that amount of fatigue for him these days. Still, he helps to arrange the foundation and the floors, and he and his duplicate are hovering where the roof ought to be going as Remi speaks.
"A garden? Thats sounds pretty nice," he admits - Ronin had missed a garden in Stormbreak, even though the alchemy shop had pretty much covered it, not to mention the florist next door. Still, as he hauls another sheath of wood up into the treeline, he's already thinking of the best way to get it done. "We'd need to have it slope, and maybe a water catcher to route it downwards," he suggests, already manoeuvring the logs to see if he can make it work. "Maybe some branches for thatch, to keep it insulated."
Scoffing suddenly, he bounces his eyebrows at Remi. "How many government buildings have we made together now?"
"A garden? Thats sounds pretty nice," he admits - Ronin had missed a garden in Stormbreak, even though the alchemy shop had pretty much covered it, not to mention the florist next door. Still, as he hauls another sheath of wood up into the treeline, he's already thinking of the best way to get it done. "We'd need to have it slope, and maybe a water catcher to route it downwards," he suggests, already manoeuvring the logs to see if he can make it work. "Maybe some branches for thatch, to keep it insulated."
Scoffing suddenly, he bounces his eyebrows at Remi. "How many government buildings have we made together now?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
