we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Mmhmmm." Ronin raises his eyebrows at his husband skeptically, though the expression doesn't last for long. "I'm still an old man, I suppose. Just less regular these days." Winking, he glances back to Deimos in time to see the ursur steak, his eyes widening, impressed.
"Oh? Well, if you want another pair of hands hunting..." Ronin can always be tempted to go back to his monster hunting roots, after all, even if he's currently part of the Dragoons.
Reaching out as well to turn some of the vegetables and stop them from becoming charcoal, Ronin takes another long drink with his free hand. "Mm, that's right," he says of Noah and Cordelia. "Doesn't he have twins now, too? That must be keeping him busy."
"Oh? Well, if you want another pair of hands hunting..." Ronin can always be tempted to go back to his monster hunting roots, after all, even if he's currently part of the Dragoons.
Reaching out as well to turn some of the vegetables and stop them from becoming charcoal, Ronin takes another long drink with his free hand. "Mm, that's right," he says of Noah and Cordelia. "Doesn't he have twins now, too? That must be keeping him busy."
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
