I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"I have done enough fighting for one morning, so if it's all the same to you, can it wait until later?" Ronin asks with a crooked grin, clinking his glass against Remi's before sprawling back in his chair to let the sun dry him off properly. With his shirt open, he might even start to get (gasp) a tan, though it won't be much, not compared to when they lived on the islands.
Glancing back across at Remi, he raises his eyebrows. "Where was it meant to go? On your feet, like the alcohol?" he asks with a flash of teeth. "It does seem like a waste. I also heard you can set it on fire and breathe in the vapour. That's supposed to get you drunk faster, but I've never tried it myself." And it's probably safer that way.
Taking a very generous gulp of his whiskey and relishing the sweetness and the burn after breathing saltwater through the manta crystal, Ronin closes his eyes. "All we need now is a hammock," he says, thinking out loud.
Glancing back across at Remi, he raises his eyebrows. "Where was it meant to go? On your feet, like the alcohol?" he asks with a flash of teeth. "It does seem like a waste. I also heard you can set it on fire and breathe in the vapour. That's supposed to get you drunk faster, but I've never tried it myself." And it's probably safer that way.
Taking a very generous gulp of his whiskey and relishing the sweetness and the burn after breathing saltwater through the manta crystal, Ronin closes his eyes. "All we need now is a hammock," he says, thinking out loud.
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