RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
Years of wartime paranoia make Ronin acutely aware of eyes on him, despite his best efforts to ignore it. Whether it's because they know of him and his reputation (something he ought to be used to by now, and yet it remains positively wild in his mind) or because they want a piece of him, he's aware of it nonetheless. Still, trying to focus instead on the removal of his clothes, it's just as he's about to pull his shirt over his head that the voice cuts through the hotsprings, and the Nova turns with his face still mostly obscured by the garment and his arms trapped in the sleeves.
"Uh, yeph," he says helpfully, voice muffled by cloth, and it's a couple more wiggles before he can free himself enough that scars and tattoos replace the obvious image of Safrin's might he was portraying. "But please, you can just call me Ronin," he adds, ruffling a hand through his hair and folding his shirt to set it down. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
He assumes, based on the introduction, that he might be needed in some capacity. It doesn't stop him from unlacing his boots and stripping out of the rest of his clothing (and it only takes two hops to get out of his pants, thank you very much), but he can dress again in a hurry if he needs to.
"Uh, yeph," he says helpfully, voice muffled by cloth, and it's a couple more wiggles before he can free himself enough that scars and tattoos replace the obvious image of Safrin's might he was portraying. "But please, you can just call me Ronin," he adds, ruffling a hand through his hair and folding his shirt to set it down. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
He assumes, based on the introduction, that he might be needed in some capacity. It doesn't stop him from unlacing his boots and stripping out of the rest of his clothing (and it only takes two hops to get out of his pants, thank you very much), but he can dress again in a hurry if he needs to.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
