we live in a world someone else imagined
"It did feel funny. Like I could walk twice as far in one step," Ronin confirmed with a nod, smirking and gazing around at the boxing ring. It was hardly ideal - something Seren demonstrated with her sneezes - but it was all he could do at such short notice. Tomorrow would be a time for taking stock of things and working out a more permanent solution, but tonight at least there was shelter.
Putting Seren down by the stacked crates, Ronin went on the hunt for anything spare that he might use for temporary comfort; blankets, towels, whatever was available. "Hm?" He glanced over his shoulder as she questioned the ring, strolling back across the room with two blankets folded over his arm. There was booze too, but he understandably did not touch any of that.
"That is somewhere that people go to practice fighting," he explained. "It's a space where they can pretend to fight each other so they can get better at it."
Putting Seren down by the stacked crates, Ronin went on the hunt for anything spare that he might use for temporary comfort; blankets, towels, whatever was available. "Hm?" He glanced over his shoulder as she questioned the ring, strolling back across the room with two blankets folded over his arm. There was booze too, but he understandably did not touch any of that.
"That is somewhere that people go to practice fighting," he explained. "It's a space where they can pretend to fight each other so they can get better at it."
the dark star
