there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
This probably looks hilarious to anyone watching (which, to be fair, there probably aren't that many, with the hole in the ship and all). But as Ascended, crate and demigod are all unceremoniously belched onto the deck, Ronin can't help but feel relieved. "Pretty rocks, and a bunch of letters addressed to us to say thank you." He nods, hefting himself to his feet and leaning down to retrieve the other side of the crate.
"I do too, but I also kind of feel responsible for it now, y'know?" He scoffs, frogmarching them over to the gangplank. Luckily it's smooth sailing from there, and they manage to amble the crate back down onto the pier without any further mishaps. And once it's done, Ronin swipes the sweat from his brow and bobs his eyebrows at Varus.
"Good teamwork," he breathes. "I'm gonna make a hasty retreat now. I'll see you around." Already backing away to resume his walk to the beach, he flashes the other man a departing grin.
"I do too, but I also kind of feel responsible for it now, y'know?" He scoffs, frogmarching them over to the gangplank. Luckily it's smooth sailing from there, and they manage to amble the crate back down onto the pier without any further mishaps. And once it's done, Ronin swipes the sweat from his brow and bobs his eyebrows at Varus.
"Good teamwork," he breathes. "I'm gonna make a hasty retreat now. I'll see you around." Already backing away to resume his walk to the beach, he flashes the other man a departing grin.
RONIN
