there is always hope
Oh shit, oh fuck, and any other colourful array of curses still don't seem to be doing much to put out the spreading flames. Still, urgent as it is - and judging by the general atmosphere of oh nooooo that's going up around them it's pretty damned urgent - Ronin can't help but to pause and feel boyishly amused as Aurelia calls him starboy. It's not the first time the moniker has been used, always lightheartedly, and Ronin finds himself trailing along after her without needing too much encouragement.
He doesn't leave the booze, though. He drinks the booze as they weave their way to the rescue. Or, y'know, in Aurelia's case, to the wtf everything is even more on fire. "I don't reckon you're meant to do that," Ronin says helpfully, as the fire streaks closer to the nearest palm tree. He can't help himself, giggling just a bit as he steps forward to (very calmly) start to kick sand over the fire.
And it works for a bit, until he trips over his feet and falls on his ass. "Fuck!"
He doesn't leave the booze, though. He drinks the booze as they weave their way to the rescue. Or, y'know, in Aurelia's case, to the wtf everything is even more on fire. "I don't reckon you're meant to do that," Ronin says helpfully, as the fire streaks closer to the nearest palm tree. He can't help himself, giggling just a bit as he steps forward to (very calmly) start to kick sand over the fire.
And it works for a bit, until he trips over his feet and falls on his ass. "Fuck!"
