RONIN
”Generally isn’t the same as always,” Ronin pointed out, trying to swat at the magic trying to obfuscate his clothes, swearing affectionately as he finally got himself presentable if not entirely dressed. It didn’t stop him from nudging Remi as he got out of bed, though, or tugging at his sweatpants as he stretched. ”Oh? What do I dream about, mighty dream thief?” he inquired, padding barefoot to the bedroom door and slipping out, trying to be quiet so they might enjoy their sneaky breakfast without extra pairs of eyes.
”Hmm? Here as in Torchline or in Caido?” he asked regarding time, seeming bemused. ”I feel like I have aged by about a thousand years since we arrived at the Hollowed Grounds that first day, if that is what you mean.” Heading into the kitchen, Ronin started to open the cupboards and the icebox Sugar kept cool for them, drawing out flour, eggs and milk.
”Hmm? Here as in Torchline or in Caido?” he asked regarding time, seeming bemused. ”I feel like I have aged by about a thousand years since we arrived at the Hollowed Grounds that first day, if that is what you mean.” Heading into the kitchen, Ronin started to open the cupboards and the icebox Sugar kept cool for them, drawing out flour, eggs and milk.
