there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Oh? Never? There was a time where they were every other week, it feels," Ronin remarks, smiling down at the Nightshade. "Give it time, I'm sure love will be in the air again soon." And it sounds terrible, but perhaps with the war almost upon them, people might just decide to get hitched just to say that they were able to do it before everything went to shit.
He nods a bit at her question about the blushberries, his smile turning a bit lopsided. "They certainly make your cheeks pink," he says. He thinks Remi is still experimenting with it all, but so far so good, absolutely.
Deciding not to dignify her remarks on his appetite with an answer, Ronin instead leads them away from the Rainbow Road and back towards the Ahi Coast and Haulani waiting beyond. "Luckily I won't be pouting for this dinner party. I hope, anyway."
He nods a bit at her question about the blushberries, his smile turning a bit lopsided. "They certainly make your cheeks pink," he says. He thinks Remi is still experimenting with it all, but so far so good, absolutely.
Deciding not to dignify her remarks on his appetite with an answer, Ronin instead leads them away from the Rainbow Road and back towards the Ahi Coast and Haulani waiting beyond. "Luckily I won't be pouting for this dinner party. I hope, anyway."
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