there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
They're all pretending to grunt, as it happens, and Ronin's matching bright blues meet Varus's across the crate they're hauling, and he gives a curt nod in response. "Right--" Between them they're easily able to lift and manoeuvre the large object about, though they're forced to work at a shuffling pace because of winding corridors and wet feet. "You part of the crew?" Ronin asks, just in case. "Because I don't really know my way around this thing."
Which is about the time when they get jammed at a corner and a couple of people are trying to squish past to also get to the storage hold. "Oh fuck--" Ronin's breath hitches as he and Varus are kind of squashed against one side of the ship while the others go past. "Okay. Okay - pivot!" he calls, making an unintentional Friends reference. (Ha, ha, ha).
Which is about the time when they get jammed at a corner and a couple of people are trying to squish past to also get to the storage hold. "Oh fuck--" Ronin's breath hitches as he and Varus are kind of squashed against one side of the ship while the others go past. "Okay. Okay - pivot!" he calls, making an unintentional Friends reference. (Ha, ha, ha).
RONIN
