RONIN
the darkstar
The look hits Ronin harder than a slap to the face, and the Star furrows his brow and stares down at his hands to get away from it. ”Well, you managed to do a very clean job, then,” he mutters, rising to his feet and moving to collect the things that have been knocked off the table, stacking them haphazardly back where they belong. ”Your clothes are still in the bathroom if you’d like to check them.”
Straightening up, he rakes a hand through his hair, already too warm under the baking LongHeat sun that heats up their walls. ”I think he will be back where he belongs, by now. StormBreak, or whatever. I can... wait, I guess, until the girl who took him with her comes back. If she does. I’ll try and find out more for you.”
Straightening up, he rakes a hand through his hair, already too warm under the baking LongHeat sun that heats up their walls. ”I think he will be back where he belongs, by now. StormBreak, or whatever. I can... wait, I guess, until the girl who took him with her comes back. If she does. I’ll try and find out more for you.”
