He just laughs.
“Dave….what was the theory?”
“There was a theory in this?”
ooc: I might be switching between Ron and Keith so you can find me on either account
“Don’t you remember? I tore them off, you said you wouldn’t need them anymore~”
He gave a nod before rubbing his chin. “I see, suppose I’m going command” he noted. “That is unless the rest of my clothes are in tatters”
“Mm, neither can I” He shrugs. “So where are my boxers?”
“There are some days where I wonder just what can hurt me anymore”
The blonde shoved his hands in his pockets while looking around, it was a nice place not crowded but comfortable. Something similar to a shop back home, He gave an approving nod. “It looks nice”
“I guess,” Hiroshi commented, looking over the people in the room. He’d worked for a few, but none had been particularly interesting, at least by his standards. “You picky about what toppings you have?”
“Not picky at all” he replied glancing to a menu before rubbing the back of his neck and letting out a yawn. “Get whatever you’d like” he offered up whilelooking back around
“Fuck this rain….I’m drenched, cold and tired all because Mr.Spears decided to give me extra work because someone called off. I’m going to curl up under blankets and watch terrible movies and no one is going to stop me
unless they want to join me, then you’re welcome”
ooc: Someone should just maim Ronald and run away.
Not that he’d die from it, it’d just be extremely inconvient. Well unless it’s a demon kicking his ass or someone tears him up with a deathscythe Or I could just throw him out somewhere