maybe we’re just ghosts

”Good - because you don’t know everywhere. Just the places I’ve told you,” Ronin assures his friend with a filthy smile, bracing the wooden panels against the window and accepting the hammer. With a few nails poking from the corner of his mouth, he starts to fix the first board in place. He laughs, mostly at the lack of Jata’s fear, because honestly the Flood has no idea what’s coming to him. Neither does Ronin at this point, and that’s probably the scariest part about it. Continuing to hammer the boards in, they make remarkably quick work of it all - not surprising, really; he and Sunjata are quite the team, when they can shut up for long enough to actually commit to an activity. ”Listen, I can’t promise you that. Only you can stop from throwing up.” Ronin winks at him. ”How about I draw us up a contract and you can lay out your do’s and don’ts in it?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression