baby you were my picket fence
”Deal,” Ronin murmured, reaching out to pour a glug of whiskey into the glass Jata reached up with, before settling back and taking a long drink from the bottle. It burned and it was far from pleasant, but it still felt better than doing nothing. (Not a great reason behind it either, go Ronin). Sitting quietly by as Jata spoke again, he sighed and let his shoulders slump a little more, rubbing at his forehead. ”Maybe one day giant leaps, and the next hiding under the bed,” he agreed, mulling it over and rolling the bottle between his hands.
He glanced up in time to see Jata gesture at the mess of a room, and for a wonder Ronin found that small smile on his face too. ”What, you want to make a blanket fort with me?” he mumbled. ”You sure you’re in any position? With the lava octopus and whatnot?”
He glanced up in time to see Jata gesture at the mess of a room, and for a wonder Ronin found that small smile on his face too. ”What, you want to make a blanket fort with me?” he mumbled. ”You sure you’re in any position? With the lava octopus and whatnot?”
i miss missing you
now and then
RONIN
