there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Any time." Ronin wipes at his forehead and cheeks to get rid of the pumpkin guts, straightening up as Amalia goes to shut the window and keep out the murderous little beasts before he turns back to face the carnage of the shop interior. Huffing out a laugh, he shakes his head and rubs at the back of his neck. "I wish," he mutters, picking his way across the shop towards the back room where he can get an old fashioned mop and bucket.
"Thanks for your help," he says. "I don't mind getting started here if you want to catch your breath. Or make some tea - I'll happily mop up while you do that. You're better at it than I am anyway." Is his charm working Amalia? Is it? Say it is.
"Thanks for your help," he says. "I don't mind getting started here if you want to catch your breath. Or make some tea - I'll happily mop up while you do that. You're better at it than I am anyway." Is his charm working Amalia? Is it? Say it is.
RONIN
