I will fight the end
”Then I had better be sure to visit you again soon and make sure to bring them,” Ronin says of the snacks, a light laugh rumbling from his chest. He shakes his head; this is exactly like talking to Remi except Sunjata is keeping himself tucked up in bed for the time being, instead of climbing all over him with his fever heat. (Not that Ronin minds at all, or would trade it for anything, but it is nice to be able to breathe).
He grins back at Sunjata. ”I’m quite distracting,” he agrees, leaning back on one hand and watching the Arbiter get comfy again in bed like a kid waiting for his parents to come home from working. ”Spoons? No, I can’t say I... have...” His eyes have landed, of course, on the very much not spoons nearby, the Star letting out a slow whistle. ”Have you ever played I-Spy?”
Ronin’s getting up as he speaks, remembering Remi trying to strike his thumb on the blade of a knife (a lighter, he had learned later). It feels like a safer game than spoons, and he’s surreptitiously gathering up the daggers to put them somewhere out of the way as they chat.
He grins back at Sunjata. ”I’m quite distracting,” he agrees, leaning back on one hand and watching the Arbiter get comfy again in bed like a kid waiting for his parents to come home from working. ”Spoons? No, I can’t say I... have...” His eyes have landed, of course, on the very much not spoons nearby, the Star letting out a slow whistle. ”Have you ever played I-Spy?”
Ronin’s getting up as he speaks, remembering Remi trying to strike his thumb on the blade of a knife (a lighter, he had learned later). It feels like a safer game than spoons, and he’s surreptitiously gathering up the daggers to put them somewhere out of the way as they chat.
'til the end is here
