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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
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- Advanced
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- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
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- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
"Then we'll simply have to improvise." Ronin answered simply, taking another cookie. It was one he almost choked on then as he started to laugh, his companion's words creating genuine mirth in his gaze as he alternated between chuckling and coughing, unable to do both and yet unable not to. When he finally got over the latter, he replaced the former with a wide grin, pale green eyes glittering in mischief.
"Oh, many times. I find it a compliment. Too many people don't know HOW to be children. It's quite sad." He practically inhaled another cookie and then made himself stop, knowing they had to last a little while. It was thinking like that which actually gave doubt to his words. Ronin actually did know how to be a responsible adult - and had to be one too often, so when he got the chance to goof off...he did. And when being childish could actually solve a problem - like with the flour - he was more than willing to do it that way instead.
It was that kind of thinking about food, though, that made him as thin as he was - that and the constant running - but Ronin hardly seemed to note it. He didn't eat that much anyway. Too busy. Too distracted.
"So, we don't know where we are landing. We don't know how many of them there are. We don't know what they want, not yet and we don't know what kind of weapons they have. And that's all well and good, but Anya, what kind of plan would you make going on that information?"
"Oh, many times. I find it a compliment. Too many people don't know HOW to be children. It's quite sad." He practically inhaled another cookie and then made himself stop, knowing they had to last a little while. It was thinking like that which actually gave doubt to his words. Ronin actually did know how to be a responsible adult - and had to be one too often, so when he got the chance to goof off...he did. And when being childish could actually solve a problem - like with the flour - he was more than willing to do it that way instead.
It was that kind of thinking about food, though, that made him as thin as he was - that and the constant running - but Ronin hardly seemed to note it. He didn't eat that much anyway. Too busy. Too distracted.
"So, we don't know where we are landing. We don't know how many of them there are. We don't know what they want, not yet and we don't know what kind of weapons they have. And that's all well and good, but Anya, what kind of plan would you make going on that information?"