RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Doesn't surprise me. I imagine we could get more than basic fare if we asked for it, but... no one has ever asked," Ronin says with a lopsided smile. "Let me know if you want to make your home in the kitchen and we'll go from there. I can get you ingredients if you need them, put it that way." He continues to rifle through the cupboards, stepping back only when Locke requests his help, and he nods and moves up beside the other man.
"I think I can handle that without fucking it up," he says - if there's one thing Ronin can make, it's pancakes, so his egg-cracking is pretty good, honestly. A stir fry has his stomach already rumbling, so he doesn't bother to punctuate it with any further compliments or noises of anticipation.
Raising his eyebrows and glancing across to observe Locke's knife skills, Ronin flashes him a smile. "Well," he says, "we aren't going to try and put you in any boxes here. Everyone has their own style, and especially when it comes to fighting alongside your dragon, you need to work the way you both feel most comfortable. So if that's knives, let's focus on knives."
"I think I can handle that without fucking it up," he says - if there's one thing Ronin can make, it's pancakes, so his egg-cracking is pretty good, honestly. A stir fry has his stomach already rumbling, so he doesn't bother to punctuate it with any further compliments or noises of anticipation.
Raising his eyebrows and glancing across to observe Locke's knife skills, Ronin flashes him a smile. "Well," he says, "we aren't going to try and put you in any boxes here. Everyone has their own style, and especially when it comes to fighting alongside your dragon, you need to work the way you both feel most comfortable. So if that's knives, let's focus on knives."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
