we live in a world someone else imagined
There's something almost innocent in the way Ronin watches the manticore try to figure out how deep the hole he's digging is, and he fails to hide the little smile on his face right up until he's told to hop in instead. "As you so often tell me, you are taller than I am by precisely one inch," he huffs, folding his arms across his chest. "So really you should be the one jumping in there. You're about 6ft tall as well. Not quite, though."
Still, of course Ronin complies, vaulting into the pit they've made and raising an eyebrow as it brings him level with Remi's muzzle and toothy grin. He's still head and shoulders out of the grave, unfortunately. "What now?" he wonders. "I didn't bring a shovel, and there's not room in here for the both of us."
Still, of course Ronin complies, vaulting into the pit they've made and raising an eyebrow as it brings him level with Remi's muzzle and toothy grin. He's still head and shoulders out of the grave, unfortunately. "What now?" he wonders. "I didn't bring a shovel, and there's not room in here for the both of us."
the dark star