I will fight the end
Ronin has been out at the bonfire as he said he would be, though his husband has seemingly left to socialise; something which still has him suspiciously glancing around when Sunjata sidles up beside him. (He's never sure whether to be proud or worried when Remi goes to speak to other people these days).
The hand holding a fresh drink interrupts his reverie, the Supernova blinking a couple of times and glancing back at Jata, the two of them bathed in amber from the flames, almost like they're covered in blood. "Hey. Thanks," he rumbles, accepting the drink and raising it in a small cheers before taking a considerable sip; it isn't as though either of them can get properly drunk these days.
"How are things?" Gods, aren't there like... icebreaker placards for things like this?
The hand holding a fresh drink interrupts his reverie, the Supernova blinking a couple of times and glancing back at Jata, the two of them bathed in amber from the flames, almost like they're covered in blood. "Hey. Thanks," he rumbles, accepting the drink and raising it in a small cheers before taking a considerable sip; it isn't as though either of them can get properly drunk these days.
"How are things?" Gods, aren't there like... icebreaker placards for things like this?
'til the end is here
