there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Huffing as his attempts to throw snowballs is deflected by the fact that Remi is rudely incorporeal, Ronin turns his attention right back to the snow at his feet, beginning to roll it and gather it up. "That is exactly what I mean," he says of the anatomically correct penis, grinning all the while and flashing a glance over his shoulder. "I hope it does," he murmurs, all wicked blue eyes with laughter in his tone.
"But just in case it doesn't come back each year... do you think we could build a new one here? It would help show us the way home, right?" On his knees now, Ronin has crafted a snowy penis base already - and maybe it's even bigger than the one outside the guildhouse. It's not like they can visit the one back in the Grounds, after all.
"But just in case it doesn't come back each year... do you think we could build a new one here? It would help show us the way home, right?" On his knees now, Ronin has crafted a snowy penis base already - and maybe it's even bigger than the one outside the guildhouse. It's not like they can visit the one back in the Grounds, after all.
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