RONIN
the darkstar
"Sounds dangerous," Ronin remarks, though he absolutely doesn't sound unhappy about it. How can he, with Remi home and coffee and breakfast on the way? Ducking into the houseboat as well and closing the door, the Huntsman shivers out of his wet pants and is in the process of pulling on some dry ones when he's offered a mug of coffee. "Fanks," he mumbles, leaning in to slurp from the mug before taking it in his hands, offering a coffee sweet kiss as gratitude as well.
Breakfast is going to be messy and Ronin has learned to accept it, so he lets Oria and Sugar get on with their scrambled eggs as he moves to take out some bacon from the ice box. "Monster hunting?" he repeats, grinning over his shoulder. "Why, I used to be quite a monster hunter, you know. Tell me more."
Breakfast is going to be messy and Ronin has learned to accept it, so he lets Oria and Sugar get on with their scrambled eggs as he moves to take out some bacon from the ice box. "Monster hunting?" he repeats, grinning over his shoulder. "Why, I used to be quite a monster hunter, you know. Tell me more."
