it does not bother me to say this isn't love
You offer Sugar an appreciative nod as the reptile slithers onto Ronin's neck. "He was an artist, from one of the worlds that the outlanders come from." You say with ease as you work. "One of the best, I think." Shrugging slightly, this is said without much conviction. There are no examples of his work, so all you have to go by are the anecdotes your parents have been told. Still, you like that the name refers to someone far away.
Leaning back on your heels and resting your hands on your thighs, you pause to give Ronin a look. This man is going to give you whiplash from how quickly he goes from schoolyard sex-jokes to verbal poetry, and you're finding this side of him the one that unbalances you the most. 'That does sound complicated.' You agree softly, offering his words all the respect that his near-reverent tone demands. "Do they watch you?" Reaching for a cloth you begin to clean the entrance to the wound, careful not to move the protruding shaft too much.
Leaning back on your heels and resting your hands on your thighs, you pause to give Ronin a look. This man is going to give you whiplash from how quickly he goes from schoolyard sex-jokes to verbal poetry, and you're finding this side of him the one that unbalances you the most. 'That does sound complicated.' You agree softly, offering his words all the respect that his near-reverent tone demands. "Do they watch you?" Reaching for a cloth you begin to clean the entrance to the wound, careful not to move the protruding shaft too much.
October
