RONIN
the dark star
"Mm, one of my best plans, if you ask me." Ronin smirks, raising his glass in a bit of a toast and taking another sip of water, setting it down only when his cheek starts to throb from the ice burn. By then Sunjata has moved around towards him, and instinctively Ronin prepares to deflect a headlock or a punch in the arm, only for the other man to wrap him in a sudden hug. The Star softens, his arms moving around Jata to embrace him in return. "I'll miss you too," he says, voice muffled by the hug. "Look after yourself, Sunjata. I mean it."
He grins at the prospect of getting use out of his deck of cards, nodding and tousling the Flood's hair for a second or two, before he finally draws away again. With Jata's blood now smeared on him and the reality of his leaving Torchline cemented between them, there's little else to say. "Come on," he suggests, reaching out to clap him on the arm. "I'll get us a couple of really obnoxious cocktails at the Hanged Man. My treat."
He grins at the prospect of getting use out of his deck of cards, nodding and tousling the Flood's hair for a second or two, before he finally draws away again. With Jata's blood now smeared on him and the reality of his leaving Torchline cemented between them, there's little else to say. "Come on," he suggests, reaching out to clap him on the arm. "I'll get us a couple of really obnoxious cocktails at the Hanged Man. My treat."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
