baby you were my picket fence
”We didn’t, did we?” Ronin lamented, thinking of the sandcastle competition that never was. ”Perhaps we can do it in Longheat.” The rain tinkling against the glass did not encourage him to want to go out on the beach. Nothing made him want to go out on the beach, actually. He scoffed and shook his head to Jata, though he wasn’t going to stop him from killing himself over a blanket fort if that was what the other man wanted.
Accepting the pillow, Ronin got to his feet and shuffled about, collecting up blankets and other cushions before returning to Jata. ”You say that, but you watch - we’ll end up fucking this up somehow.” Dumping the supplies down before him, Ronin moved again to fetch other potential building materials - a chair from the corner of the room and some rope (better not to ask what it was used for).
Accepting the pillow, Ronin got to his feet and shuffled about, collecting up blankets and other cushions before returning to Jata. ”You say that, but you watch - we’ll end up fucking this up somehow.” Dumping the supplies down before him, Ronin moved again to fetch other potential building materials - a chair from the corner of the room and some rope (better not to ask what it was used for).
i miss missing you
now and then
RONIN
