RONIN
the dark star
"And here we are," Ronin agrees, his grin growing brighter as she inadvertently swipes dirt across her forehead. He thinks nothing, in this mood, of licking his thumb and reaching out to rub the dirt away again, and he's just about to get to his feet to get into more mischief when her suggestion filters through. And somewhere, deep, deep down, the part of Ronin not shrouded in chaos knows that they really ought to help clean this up.
And Amalia has phrased it just so, so he finds himself nodding his enthusiastic yes as he hauls himself up and brushes himself off. "We could," he agrees, dragging the canvas about him like a cape (it causes more mess, of course). "Come on, children! Let's clean the plaza!" And he's off, corralling fruit and probably eating some of it as he goes. It's something, at least.
And Amalia has phrased it just so, so he finds himself nodding his enthusiastic yes as he hauls himself up and brushes himself off. "We could," he agrees, dragging the canvas about him like a cape (it causes more mess, of course). "Come on, children! Let's clean the plaza!" And he's off, corralling fruit and probably eating some of it as he goes. It's something, at least.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
