turning into something caustic

"Ah! You scared me!" Ronin grinned at the towel that came flapping at him, rubbing gently at Seren's hair and allowing her to try and dry him off in turn, offering a stubbled cheek her way. It didn't matter if she wasn't quite so gentle; Ronin was the sturdy sort. "There," he said as Sunjata approached, "Teamwork." Wrapping the towel around her shoulders instead, he ushered Seren forward so she might sit a little closer to the warmth of the fire. A good move, apparently, for Haai was soon tromping over and Ronin reached out to muss her fur affectionately. "She's more playful than Sugar, right now." He smirked at Sunjata. "Do you think you can warm up here and play with Haai, Seren? I just want to check out our house next door, so I can start cleaning it up for us." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.