RONIN
The houseboat they'd traded for is... it... well.
It's like the one they had up in the Tramezzino, except where that one put the emphasis on the house aspect, this one definitely focuses more on the boat. It's also substantially smaller (snug, the merchant had insisted), and has a barge-like quality about it that Ronin loves and hates in ten second intervals.
Currently, the Nova is standing on the dock next to where it's been moored, chewing the inside of his cheek about it with his arms folded across his chest. There's a tiny deck outside the front (or is the back?) door, enough for perhaps a flowerpot and a koi carp in a cramped bowl, and everything is, at present, a drab shade of wood brown.
"Apparently, the person who owned this before us named her The Itchy Pussy," he drawls.
It's like the one they had up in the Tramezzino, except where that one put the emphasis on the house aspect, this one definitely focuses more on the boat. It's also substantially smaller (snug, the merchant had insisted), and has a barge-like quality about it that Ronin loves and hates in ten second intervals.
Currently, the Nova is standing on the dock next to where it's been moored, chewing the inside of his cheek about it with his arms folded across his chest. There's a tiny deck outside the front (or is the back?) door, enough for perhaps a flowerpot and a koi carp in a cramped bowl, and everything is, at present, a drab shade of wood brown.
"Apparently, the person who owned this before us named her The Itchy Pussy," he drawls.
one more wish for you
