I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin raises his eyebrows at the very important mathematics going on beside him, busy trying to tuck his hand into the back of Remi's still wet pants. "Well, you can't duplicate unless you're you, so unfortunately that leaves you with the option of either 7.5 tentacles, or 16 fingers between the two of you. Don't ask me to verify or double check my math, because I won't." Because he's just as likely to be wrong than not.
"Oh, I'm not sure about that. Yours was very elegant back there, compared to my swamping out of the Arclight just now." Bedraggled and tired was more of the flavour of his exit. But he seems to be coming around now, at least, meandering back through the streets of Haulani and leading them down to the Hanged Man.
"They did happen to someone else," he says airily, because it may as well be true. "We're different men, now. Men who have no responsibilities here, other than to drink."
"Oh, I'm not sure about that. Yours was very elegant back there, compared to my swamping out of the Arclight just now." Bedraggled and tired was more of the flavour of his exit. But he seems to be coming around now, at least, meandering back through the streets of Haulani and leading them down to the Hanged Man.
"They did happen to someone else," he says airily, because it may as well be true. "We're different men, now. Men who have no responsibilities here, other than to drink."
RONIN
