there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Don't get them dirty?" Ronin repeats incredulously, as if wondering why that has anything to do with anything. Still, with a half-hearted grumble, the Star does start to kick the pumpkins with a little less force, sending them bumbling away across the square rather than stamping them to mulch under his boot. Still, it doesn't seem to discourage them, and as they swarm once more he is visibly frustrated by it, folding his arms across his chest.
"Well why don't you ask them?" he inquires, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe they'll tell you why they're so active. Or maybe they're brainless and we should just get rid of them." He tilts his head. The response to his question has Ronin raising a brow, of course, the Star shrugging again more softly this time. "Never better," he lies. "What's going on with you?"
"Well why don't you ask them?" he inquires, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe they'll tell you why they're so active. Or maybe they're brainless and we should just get rid of them." He tilts his head. The response to his question has Ronin raising a brow, of course, the Star shrugging again more softly this time. "Never better," he lies. "What's going on with you?"
RONIN
