RONIN
the dark star
"I really am," Ronin drawls with a sense of pride as he's called a fucker, and of course that means he's far too busy bragging and feeling good about himself to realise that Sunjata and his fucking spider legs are coming after him again. "Whoa--!" He goes down, of course, like a sack of shit, his legs entangled with the Flood's, but it doesn't stop his fits of laughter as he tries to reach out and club Jata in the side of the head as payback. You're a fucker," he wheezes, trying to get his elbows under him so he can properly kick out at the other man.
"Who the fuck gave you permission to get his tall anyway?" he demands, the smile more than audible in his voice, and if that alone wasn't an indication that the Star is enjoying himself, the way he literally radiates light might just do the trick. "I recall you being pocket-sized when I met you in dreamland."
"Who the fuck gave you permission to get his tall anyway?" he demands, the smile more than audible in his voice, and if that alone wasn't an indication that the Star is enjoying himself, the way he literally radiates light might just do the trick. "I recall you being pocket-sized when I met you in dreamland."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
