RONIN
"I'll be at your beck and call, Sunjata, but there's a hierarchy to these sorts of things, you know. You can't jump the queue." Ronin wiggles a finger at his friend, flashing him a grin before his expresson fades to something a touch more serious. (And he should count himself lucky, because Ronin doesn't plan to be serious for the rest of the fucking day if he can help it). "Noted," he murmurs. "At least you don't have to think about Torchline unless it's to decide when to visit for a vacation."
Stepping out of the houseboat and leaving Sugar to get comfortable and receive all her fuss from Sunjata, Ronin hops onto the riverbank and promptly shifts into a luxere. His antlers cast a soft glow on the ground around them, and he tosses his head and paws at the ground before setting off at a pace best described as a prance. It's nothing compared to Deepfrost, but for now at the very least, Sunjata has caught his friend in a very good mood.
Stepping out of the houseboat and leaving Sugar to get comfortable and receive all her fuss from Sunjata, Ronin hops onto the riverbank and promptly shifts into a luxere. His antlers cast a soft glow on the ground around them, and he tosses his head and paws at the ground before setting off at a pace best described as a prance. It's nothing compared to Deepfrost, but for now at the very least, Sunjata has caught his friend in a very good mood.
