we live in a world someone else imagined
Remi makes it worse without meaning to, because damn if his argument isn't a logical one. And Ronin can't exactly pinpoint why it gets so under his skin, only that it absolutely does. His fingers slip silently away from Remi's fur at the request, and he takes a small step to the side as well, like the small amount of distance between he and the manticore will make all the difference in the world. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, clearing his throat and rolling his shoulders, though the scales that armour them refuse to budge.
"I can... maybe we can just... change the subject?" he suggests, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The glow from his antlers casts the undergrowth in a soft and golden light - beneath their feet, the soil in this clearing is soft and loamy, and he nods down at it, barely daring to look up lest the predators that hide within each of them rear further to the surface. "Do you think this would be a good place to dig for Maeve's dirt?"
"I can... maybe we can just... change the subject?" he suggests, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The glow from his antlers casts the undergrowth in a soft and golden light - beneath their feet, the soil in this clearing is soft and loamy, and he nods down at it, barely daring to look up lest the predators that hide within each of them rear further to the surface. "Do you think this would be a good place to dig for Maeve's dirt?"
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