you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Gods, if only we could predict when we were going to have our last day, so we could properly prepare," Ronin laments, his fingers curling through the back of Remi's hair in place of the sentient vines. He's reluctant to release the other man, in fact, and were it not the berries nearby, he might have insisted that they continue to roleplay out their last day on Caido together. Oh, well. Maybe later.
"It might be a genius," he reasons of the plant, based on the other man's predictions about poison and attempts to deceive. Actually, it just makes his head hurt (and so yeah, maybe it is a genius plant). Waiting expectantly for Remi to burst into flames after he scoffs a bunch of the brightly coloured berries, the Huntsman's eyes drift to the monkeys doing the same.
"...Can monkeys blush?" he wonders, furrowing his brows and tilting his head. "Or are they just... pink cheeked monkeys?"
"It might be a genius," he reasons of the plant, based on the other man's predictions about poison and attempts to deceive. Actually, it just makes his head hurt (and so yeah, maybe it is a genius plant). Waiting expectantly for Remi to burst into flames after he scoffs a bunch of the brightly coloured berries, the Huntsman's eyes drift to the monkeys doing the same.
"...Can monkeys blush?" he wonders, furrowing his brows and tilting his head. "Or are they just... pink cheeked monkeys?"
RONIN
