maybe we’re just ghosts

”I can’t say that I have,” he says of being electrocuted, eyebrows raising down at the scars that Sunjata shows him. ”You know, every time I see you I think you have a new injury to show off. Have you considered just staying at home?” Ronin smiles brightly, splashing after his friend and tilting his head at the water that whooshes down at them. His nimbus cloud has followed after the Arbiter, nudging at him insistently as if telling him to sit down. On it. ”So what happened?” he wants to know, traipsing across the Slagveld to grab a few buckets and a mop, intending to try to get rid of the worst of it and then mop the rest up. He makes a point of flexing for Jata as he picks up the buckets, flashing him a grin. ”Naughty. You’re getting married, you know,” he says through a chuckle. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression