RONIN
the darkstar
It won't be the first time Ronin has picked eggshells out of his breakfast, and it's not always the fault of their companions. Taking another sip of his coffee and rolling his shoulders, he places it down on the counter and accepts the pan from the stray tentacle, stealing a quick kiss from Remi's lips as he heads to the oven. "Mm, I really did," he says with a nod as he puts the pan to flame.
"Ohoho, the beastie at the bottom of the Maw, is it? Maybe it's a kraken's prehistoric cousin." Bouncing his eyebrows, Ronin turns to start frying their bacon. "I can always make time for you," he says with a smile that the other man will hear but not see. "I do need to start working on the anti-Ascended mechanism for Stormbreak though. Do you know where Neron Launceleyn is, these days?"
"Ohoho, the beastie at the bottom of the Maw, is it? Maybe it's a kraken's prehistoric cousin." Bouncing his eyebrows, Ronin turns to start frying their bacon. "I can always make time for you," he says with a smile that the other man will hear but not see. "I do need to start working on the anti-Ascended mechanism for Stormbreak though. Do you know where Neron Launceleyn is, these days?"
