you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
"You okay?" Ronin asks with a slow tilt of his head, unable not to notice the way the courier is glancing around the kitchen as if he's looking for someone else. In truth, the antlers that the Huntsman does possess are due to shed and drop any day now - such is the nature of the season, after all - and so they won't be looking all that impressive soon.
Still, distracted by festivals and muffins, he flashes the other man a smile and gestures to his bowl and muffin cases. "If you can pick up a spoon and help out, you can take some away with you," he offers, only to be thoroughly side-tracked by the item that's being unboxed before his eyes.
"Uh," he says helpfully, because when someone has to point out that something is safe, it usually isn't. "Sure. I... why would someone send me something?" Is it a bomb? Poison? Ronin bets it's a bomb.
Still, distracted by festivals and muffins, he flashes the other man a smile and gestures to his bowl and muffin cases. "If you can pick up a spoon and help out, you can take some away with you," he offers, only to be thoroughly side-tracked by the item that's being unboxed before his eyes.
"Uh," he says helpfully, because when someone has to point out that something is safe, it usually isn't. "Sure. I... why would someone send me something?" Is it a bomb? Poison? Ronin bets it's a bomb.
RONIN
