RONIN
the supernova
"Sorry I'm late!" Ronin comes whizzing down to the beach upon his nimbus, waving a hand to Flora and hopping down onto the sand once he's close enough. His reason for being late comes in the form of the cocktail he's just finishing out of half a coconut, and he offers his adopted daughter a bright smile as he straightens up next to her.
Accepting a net and a stabby-stick of his own, he promptly lets his projection take the lead, jogging across the beach and collecting up some debris before returning to place it in the real!Ronin's net. "How are you doing?" he asks Flora conversationally, offering a nod as well to Edmund and the angry little blob accompanying him.
Accepting a net and a stabby-stick of his own, he promptly lets his projection take the lead, jogging across the beach and collecting up some debris before returning to place it in the real!Ronin's net. "How are you doing?" he asks Flora conversationally, offering a nod as well to Edmund and the angry little blob accompanying him.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
