I will fight the end
Ronin can’t help but chuckle, the Star having safely hidden away anything sharp in the near vicinity, straightening up and returning to Sunjata. He snorts at the sight of the other man fussing and fidgeting, tugging at the blankets and furs and lifting them so Jata can wriggle down into the bed. ”You’ll feel better if you lay down,” he promises him, tucking the covers around him like he’s tucking a kid in before bedtime.
”Something blue, huh?” He smirks, glancing very obviously at the navy feathers, perching on the edge of the bed again. ”Could it be... my eyes?” he wonders, tilting his head as Sunjata continues. ”The fuck did you just call me?” Ronin hasn’t got the foggiest idea what his friend has just said, but it sure as fuck sounds made up. ”Of course I spy on Remi. I’m helping to spy on him right now.” Astral projections and all that.
”Something blue, huh?” He smirks, glancing very obviously at the navy feathers, perching on the edge of the bed again. ”Could it be... my eyes?” he wonders, tilting his head as Sunjata continues. ”The fuck did you just call me?” Ronin hasn’t got the foggiest idea what his friend has just said, but it sure as fuck sounds made up. ”Of course I spy on Remi. I’m helping to spy on him right now.” Astral projections and all that.
'til the end is here
