RONIN
Grumbling his agreement, Ronin takes a pause in his chopping just to lament the fact that there are no hot springs here in the Greatwood. "I wish. If I could teleport us there I would for sure," he mutters, before finishing the rest of the logs off. "That being said, there's nothing stopping us flying over there for a little time away. Or..." and here of course Ronin looks appropriately wicked, "we could find a place here and I'll warm up the water." It would make his phoenix very unhappy, but a hot spring would be nice.
"Don't you spook your fingers at me," the Huntsman huffs playfully, and as if to make his point properly, he gathers up some firewood to thrust towards his husband's outstretched arms. "I much prefer living with you as a spooky man-demi-god. Even if your skeleton fingers creep me out a bit." Gathering some lumber of his own, he trudges out to continue to stack it on the sled.
His laughter echoes merrily around the woods, then, and a few startled crows take flight. "Sorry, I just can't get the image of you peeing yourself when you see Mort next out of my head. I bet he would take it surprisingly well."
"Don't you spook your fingers at me," the Huntsman huffs playfully, and as if to make his point properly, he gathers up some firewood to thrust towards his husband's outstretched arms. "I much prefer living with you as a spooky man-demi-god. Even if your skeleton fingers creep me out a bit." Gathering some lumber of his own, he trudges out to continue to stack it on the sled.
His laughter echoes merrily around the woods, then, and a few startled crows take flight. "Sorry, I just can't get the image of you peeing yourself when you see Mort next out of my head. I bet he would take it surprisingly well."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
