we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I reckon I could recognise you across the room even if you were someone else. Know why?" Ronin looks smug as they dance beneath the stream of water, and he doesn't even try to hide it. "It's the way you look at me," he whispers, tugging Remi close even as they're soaked, his hair darkening to black and water starting to drip from his chin.
"Ooh, working together? That is as much a promotion of peace as a party where no one can kill each other," he remarks, awkwardly spinning in the enclosed space but not minding it one bit. "It's a deal. We'll arrange it properly after we've gotten clean." By which he means after they've gotten dirty and then gotten clean. But that's a given by now, isn't it?
~FIN
"Ooh, working together? That is as much a promotion of peace as a party where no one can kill each other," he remarks, awkwardly spinning in the enclosed space but not minding it one bit. "It's a deal. We'll arrange it properly after we've gotten clean." By which he means after they've gotten dirty and then gotten clean. But that's a given by now, isn't it?
~FIN
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
