even my darkness shines for you
Humming a note of would-be agreement that's tinted with a sort of relative isn't necessarily soon, Ronin nonetheless allows the subject to drop. And he's rather pleased with his snow testicles, actshully, turning to offer his husband a jaw-drop of outrage, only for the scream of evaporating snow to blow through his hair and across his face. Inhaling a suddenly hot breath that makes him cough and splutter, Ronin holds up an arm that promptly shifts into a fan of crimson and gold feathers, as if to shield himself from the heat.
"Well considering that I was chopping wood and then we were meant to be foraging, I'd say they were big enough. But if you are so unimpressed with it, you do it." Pouting over the feathers, it's with a shiver of cold that Ronin lets himself shift back.
"Well considering that I was chopping wood and then we were meant to be foraging, I'd say they were big enough. But if you are so unimpressed with it, you do it." Pouting over the feathers, it's with a shiver of cold that Ronin lets himself shift back.
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