I will fight the end
Ronin sidles in through the window, waving away his nimbus and settling on the side of the bed as directed. ”Well, I’m glad. We wouldn’t want your house to wilt and die, would we?” He smiled, following Sunjata’s gaze over to the partially open door, seeing absolutely nothing on the other side (not that saying such a thing would make a difference). ”How dare he,” he says of the imaginary intruder. ”What are you going to do with yourself, since you are currently locked in here?”
As for snacks, apparently, and Ronin furrows his brow at the suddenly so-very-cheerful Arbiter sitting up in bed. ”I didn’t, sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? It’s a bit rude of me, to come without even bringing snacks.”
As for snacks, apparently, and Ronin furrows his brow at the suddenly so-very-cheerful Arbiter sitting up in bed. ”I didn’t, sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? It’s a bit rude of me, to come without even bringing snacks.”
'til the end is here
