RONIN
Remi is gone into a ball of feathers and sharp talons, and Ronin turns his leaning back into a roll that brings him back to his knees in time to hear the garbled death of a pumpkin. Unaware of what it looked like or what Remi did to kill it, Ronin turns instead to focus on his three new friends, none of which are likely to be nearly as good at kissing as Remi is. So it's with an annoyed sigh that three starbolts bloom to life around the Star's head, lancing silently through the air and lighting up the night briefly, before pumpkin goo showers the ground beneath them.
Our windows are open, he warns Remi, even as he rises to his feet to move towards the edge of the rooftop. We ought to go in and work things out from there - Mateo is asleep. Is he more worried about gourds attacking their son, or waking him up? You know the answer to that - Mateo would be just as dangerous to the lumbering plants as either of his fathers.
Our windows are open, he warns Remi, even as he rises to his feet to move towards the edge of the rooftop. We ought to go in and work things out from there - Mateo is asleep. Is he more worried about gourds attacking their son, or waking him up? You know the answer to that - Mateo would be just as dangerous to the lumbering plants as either of his fathers.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
